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‘Who again is coming on Friday?’ Jane asked, intruding into his thoughts.

‘My wife’s junior sister.’

‘You’ll have your lady friend and sister-in-law here at the same time?’

He grinned ruefully. ‘No way. One will have to hold on for another.’

He called Ore’s number.

‘Hello, darling. See, something has just cropped up. My wife just called now that her junior sister will be coming to Abuja this Friday, and
she’ll be staying with me. You will have to shelve your coming here for now.’

‘Why?’ she asked.

‘What d’you mean, why? I said the junior sister will be coming here from Friday. That means I have a spy around.’

‘Oh, no. So, how do we see?’

‘I’ll be coming to Lagos, next weekend.’

‘You mean I have to wait that long? Ah, no. That’s not good enough.’

‘Don’t worry. I’ll compensate you for the trouble. As soon as I settle down fully here in Abuja, I’ll come up with better plans.’

With the promise of compensation, Ore was mollified. On Tuesday morning, he was at his desk as early as quarter to eight, ably assisted by
Jane. The days moved fast and he got immersed in his work. Mandy sent her sister’s number to him, so they could open a line of
communication. As if by default, Ayo did not prod Jane for any intimacy again. On Friday, Juliet informed him that she would be coming by road
and should arrive Abuja by two o’clock. He told her to go to his residence direct, as he would still be at work. He also called the security guy
manning his residence to allow Juliet access to the house.
By four o’clock, he decided to close for work. He sat comfortably at the back seat while he was driven back to his residence. The orderly sat at
the passenger’s seat, while Jane sat with him at the back seat.

‘We’re starting the weekend today,’ he began. ‘You can have a break. By Monday, you come back and resume your duties.’

She nodded. ‘That will be welcome.’

‘Yes. Take a break for the weekend. Thank God it’s Friday.’

Some minutes later, they got to his residence. Juliet was already in the house. She came out to greet him.

‘Uncle, good afternoon.’

‘Juliet, you’re welcome. How was your trip? I hope it’s not tiring.’

‘It was okay, uncle. It was smooth and eventful.’

He went to the master bedroom to change to jeans and t-shirt and came back to the large sitting-room to rejoin Juliet, who was watching the
large screen.

‘I must congratulate you on your appointment, sir,’ she said. ‘Congratulations.’

He smiled broadly. ‘Thank you, Juliet. We thank God for everything.’

‘Sister must be very happy that her hubby is working close to the seat of power now.’

He chuckled and nodded. ‘I hope the cook has given you something to eat.’

‘Yes. Thanks for the hospitality.’

Jane came in to inform him that she was set to leave.

‘Alright, Jane. Take care of yourself.’

‘Thank you, sir. Have a nice weekend.’ She left the place.

‘Mandy said you’re starting the orientation camp on Monday,’ Ayo stated.

‘Yes. For the next three weeks or so, I’ll be there.’

‘It’s a worth while experience. I really enjoyed myself during the NYSC.’

She smiled. ‘I hope I’ll enjoy this one o.’

With Juliet, he spent his first weekend in Abuja. On Sunday morning, she dressed up and said she would look around for a church to worship.

‘What about you, uncle? Are you not going to church?’

‘Not today,’ he replied.

She left for the church, while he relaxed with the television. By half an hour past noon, Juliet was back. With her in the house, boredom was off.
He called his wife later that evening, as he had been doing every day.

‘I hope you’re not bored over there,’ she said.

‘Oh, no. Thank God your sister is around. How are the children?’

‘They’re doing fine.’

He chatted with her for several more minutes and finally disconnected the line. On Monday morning, after arriving his office, he asked the driver go back to his residence and to convey Juliet to the orientation camp.

Jane came with the news that she had been redeployed from his office.

‘So soon? You were only here for a week.’

She shrugged. ‘That’s government job for you. It’s a pleasure briefly working for you, Mr. Ariyo.’

He nodded. ‘It’s indeed a pleasure. Let me have your number. We’ll still be communicating.’

She used her line to call his number.

‘That’s my number.’

‘Yes. I’ll surely saved it.’

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She shrugged. ‘That’s government job for you. It’s a pleasure briefly working for you, Mr. Ariyo.’

He nodded. ‘It’s indeed a pleasure. Let me have your number. We’ll still be communicating.’

She used her line to call his number.

‘That’s my number.’

‘Yes. I’ll surely saved it.’

He immersed in his work and tried to do his best. Just about noon, Ore called him.

‘We’ve been told to resume by this week Wednesday,’ she informed.

‘I see. I’ll be in Lagos this weekend, so we’ll arrange to see each other,’ he put in.

‘Oh, I so much miss you.’

‘I miss you too. Don’t worry, this Friday is just a few weeks to go.’

Later when he closed and was back at his residence, he realized that he was quite lonely. Jane had been redeployed while Juliet was at the camp. He just had to watch movies and listen to news to reduce his boredom. He had to do that the whole of that week. He became a workaholic and devoted his energy to his work. That Friday evening, he took a flight to Lagos to be with his family.

His children clung on to him as if he had been away for months. Of course, his dear wife, Amanda was glad to have him back too, even if only
for a couple of days. On Saturday, under the guise of seeing some friends, he met with Ore at one of the rendezvous they used.

As soon as they were in the confine of the lodging room, she came to douse his lips with kisses.

‘I miss you, darling,’ she cooed.

‘I miss you too.’

They remained entangled in a passionate embrace and were soon under the bed spread, making love. She looked contented thereafter.

‘This your new Abuja job is taking you away from me for too many days,’ she said.

He grinned to himself. Was it not for good?

‘That’s life,’ he said.

A couple of hours later, they parted ways, after compensating her financially.

He decided to return to Abuja Sunday evening. Yes, any time he came to Lagos, he would be going back by Sunday evening flight. The big
house welcomed him back. He went back to the monotony of indulging in his work and relaxing at home alone. He did not want to start
patronizing any club or social place yet. He was always reserved in such matters.

Monday to Friday, he followed the same routine, from his place of work to his residence. He also decided that his trip to be with his family for
the weekend would be every forth-night. That Friday, on his way from work, he thought of how the weekend would be. Surprisingly, on getting
home, he met Juliet in the house.

‘What a surprise. I thought you’ll be in the camp.’

She grinned at him. ‘I sneaked out of the camp to come and spend the weekend. I’ll go back on Monday. We have one week to go.’
Somehow, he felt he would not he so bored with her being around, after all.

‘Well, it’s alright.’ He shrugged. ‘You’re welcome.’

The cook came to ask what she should prepare for dinner. A look at her drawn face showed that something was wrong.

‘What’s the problem, Ms. Ameh?’ he asked.

‘I’m not feeling too well,’ she said. ‘I think I have malaria.’

‘Oh, sorry about that. That means you should go and rest. Don’t worry, now that Juliet is here, she should be able to prepare meal. Go and
rest.’

‘Oh, thank you, sir.’

She left the sitting-room.

He turned to his sister-in-law. ‘You should be able to prepare something, shouldn’t you?’

Juliet smiled. ‘Of course, I can.’ She got to her feet. ‘What do you want for dinner, Your Excellency?’

‘Your Excellency?’ He smiled broadly. ‘I pray I will rise to that level. As for food, anything you prepare will be okay.’





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Juliet smiled. ‘Of course, I can.’ She got to her feet. ‘What do you want for dinner, Your Excellency?’

‘Your Excellency?’ He smiled broadly. ‘I pray I will rise to that level. As for food, anything you prepare will be okay.’

She grinned and went to the kitchen. She remembered his favorite food was fried rice and chicken. There was chicken in the pot of stew, so all she had to do was prepare the fried, just like Mandy, her sister, she was good in culinary skills. About forty minutes later, she served him a steaming meal of fried rice and chicken.

‘Wow! It smells delicious,’ he said. ‘I hope the taste will be very good too.’

Juliet smiled. ‘Well, as they say, the taste of the pudding is in its eating. Take a bite and decide if it’s delicious or not.’

He lifted a spoonful to his mouth and munched for a couple of seconds. ‘Wow, this is really delicious! Where did you learn to cook like this?’

‘I guess it comes naturally,’ she replied she sat across him on the table and served herself.

They ate in silence for a while.

‘You’ve not told me about your experience at the camp,’ he pointed out.

She swallowed what she was chewing. ‘Uncle, it’s not so good o. The food is not appetizing at all.’

He grinned. He was not surprised to hear that.

‘Well, apart from food, what about friendship? Have you been able to make new friends there?’

She nodded. ‘Sure.’

‘Some corpers meet their future partners in the camp and during the NYSC, you know?’

‘Yes, I know.’ Then, she looked at him curiously. ‘I hope you’re not thinking I’m out for a future partner, now, uncle.’

He shrugged. ‘Why not?’

‘I’m just twenty-one.’

‘It doesn’t mean the wedding must be right now. But the future partner can be got there.’

She shrugged too. ‘You’re right anyway.’

After the meal, she took the plates to the kitchen and washed them before she returned to the sitting-room.

‘Uncle, this your job, how exciting is it?’ she wanted to know.

He grinned. ‘It is as exciting as taking a vacation on the Caribbean island.’

‘Wow! That means it must really be exciting.’

‘You can say that again.’

‘But, it’s risky, isn’t it?’

He clouded his face. ‘Risky? How d’you mean?’

She shook her head. ‘I’ve never really fancied journalism. Despite the opportunities it avails, I think it’s still one of the riskiest jobs in the
world.’

‘You’re quite right,’ he agreed. ‘But, there is also the good side. Such as the one I have now.’

‘Well it has paid off for you. There are numerous others that are still struggling and are still exposed to great risks. I will rather join the civil
service than practice journalism.’

Juliet had studied Sociology in the university and had maintained that she would like to work as Social welfare officer on in the Ministry where her course would be appreciated.

He nodded. ‘There’s nothing bad in your aspiration.’

‘Now that you’re connected,’ she prodded, ‘helping me to secure employment in a Ministry or government agency should not be s problem.’

He agreed. ‘Yes, it shouldn’t be a problem.’

‘I never knew you’re a good conversationalist like this,’ Juliet observed. ‘I always thought you’re aloof. In fact, I used to think you were a snob.’

He laughed shortly. ‘You can’t be serious, Juliet. Me, a snob? No, no, no.’

‘I can see that I’ve been wrong all these while, for I’m seriously enjoying your company.’

‘Well, I’m enjoying your company too.’

They talked into the late night. He yawned and stood up from his seat. A movie was still playing on one of the channels, but he felt he had had
enough.

‘I want to retire now,’ he announced.

She briefly clouded her face. ‘Oh, oh. I thought you’re enjoying my company.’

‘Yes, I am. But I feel like lying down.’ He stared into her face. ‘But if you don’t mind, we can continue the conversation in there.’



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Ayo steered his partner to a table close to the window The eatery was busy. Many mouths were munching, chewing, sipping, drinking, licking, or just chatting. It was a cozy place Ayo liked to frequent.

'Fried rice and chicken?' It was easy for Ayo to guess. Ore always asked for that. He smiled at her face as he awaited her response.

Ore nodded and smiled back. She winked in the you-should-know manner. He sighed and went to join the short queue. He stood behind a voluptuous but pretty lady who smiled at him hopefully. Ayo smiled back and turned to cast his glance at the direction where Ore was seated. The smile went off the chubby lady as she got the message.

His gaze shifted to the flat screen t.v. A horror scene gazed back at him. A suicide bomber had detonated explosives and had taken over thirty lives. The reporter was obviously agitated as he gave the mordant reports. Ayo shuddered briefly. He wondered when peace would return to North East region. Has mind wandered from the scene to something else. The line moved fast. It was his turn to be attended to.
The fair sales girl smiled at him in what she hoped was a patronizing one. She had tooth gap in her denture, which reminded Ayo of his mother's own. He gave her the order. In a jiffy, the hot, spicy and tantalizing meal was brought. He paid for it and took the tray to the table where Ore was waiting.

He sat down beside her, looking excited.

She looked gusty too. 'I can't wait to eat.' The smile still danced on her cheeks as she looked at the food approvingly.

'Well, here we are.' He patted her on the left shoulder. Spoons, knives and forks soon went to work. They sipped their orange juice
intermittently. There was silence from the two.

'Darling, I hope you've not forgotten my birthday.' She paused briefly to turn to him.

He grinned. 'Of course, I've not. How would I forget it?'

Indeed there was no way he would forget; not with her persistent reminder. Ayo had met her about six months ago. She was a final year
undergraduate student at the Lagos University. Ayo had met her at the corridor of the office of the Dean of the faculty of Social Science,
after he had just interviewed the dean.

He had not wasted time in making his amorous intention known to her. Ayo was, of course, married with two children. At forty two, he
still had a lot of zeal about life and his career. To him, Ore was one of the side attractions he needed to 'spice up' life. Ore did not mind his
marital status. He seemed to be handsome, kind and generous; and that was all that mattered.

He munched his chicken rather noisily. It would be a big understatement to say that the food was not bad. He and Ore were truly
satisfied after the delicious meal.

'You enjoyed the food?' It was an unnecessary question but he still felt like asking it.

Ore nodded. 'Sure I did. It was very delicious.'

He nodded too and squeezed her hand. Just then, his phone rang. It was Alfred Idowu, his publisher and employer calling.




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They talked into the late night. He yawned and stood up from his seat. A movie was still playing on one of the channels, but he felt he had had enough.

‘I want to retire now,’ he announced.

She briefly clouded her face. ‘Oh, oh. I thought you’re enjoying my company.’

‘Yes, I am. But I feel like lying down.’ He stared into her face. ‘But if you don’t mind, we can continue the conversation in there.’

Again, she clouded her face briefly, and then shrugged. ‘Okay.’

He switched off the television and they moved to his bedroom. He switched on the air-conditioning system in the room.

‘I always want it at its coolest,’ he said. ‘I hope you don’t mind.’

Again she shrugged. ‘Okay.’

He was already in his pajamas, so he simply lay on the bed. She climbed the bed too and moved close to the wall.

‘Yeah, I feel relaxed like this.’ He turned to look at her. ‘So, what do you do in your spare time?’

She grinned. ‘I love to listen to music.’

‘What kind of music?’

‘Any good music – soul, blues, Nigerian music, hip hop, and so on.’

‘Ah, just as I thought.’

‘You listen to music too?’

‘Yes, once in a while. But I belong to the old school.’

‘You should listen to modern hip hop. They’ll be good for you.’

‘Hmn. Maybe, I’ll try to.’ He closed his eyes.

‘Are you already sleeping?’

‘No.’

‘But you close your eyes.’

He opened them. ‘Maybe, I’m just thinking.’

‘Thinking of what?’

He shook his head. ‘Don’t worry. It’s nothing important.’

‘Tell me,’ she said.

He sighed. ‘Okay, if you must know, I was thinking about a very interesting lady I was having conversation with.’

‘Who was that lady, and what were you thinking about her?’

‘Her name is Juliet.’ He closed his eyes again.

‘Juliet? What were you thinking about her?’

‘Nothing.’

She playfully threw her pillow at him. ‘Come on, you can’t be thinking of nothing.’

‘Says who?’

‘Says Juliet.’

‘By the way, the Juliet in question lives in Jos.’

She stared at him. ‘Really?’

‘Yeah.’

She nodded. ‘Good. I’ll tell my sister you’re having an affair.’

He looked at her with a smile. ‘With who?’

‘With …with Juliet of course.’

‘Who’s Juliet?’

She picked the pillow again and playfully hit him on the chest. ‘You will explain the Juliet to your wife.’

‘Hey, small girl, take it easy.’

‘I’m not a small girl. I’m a lady.’

‘Yeah, a lady that still wets her pants.’

‘Excuse me?’

He closed his eyes again, but not completely. As she picked the pillow to hit him again, he seized her hands. They stared into each other’s eyes.



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She picked the pillow again and playfully hit him on the chest. ‘You will explain the Juliet to your wife.’

‘Hey, small girl, take it easy.’

‘I’m not a small girl. I’m a lady.’

‘Yeah, a lady that still wets her pants.’

‘Excuse me?’

He closed his eyes again, but not completely. As she picked the pillow to hit him again, he seized her hands. They stared into each other’s eyes.

‘Now, can you see that you’re powerless? That you’re just a girl,’ he said with a kind of triumphant smile.

‘I’m not a girl,’ she muttered. She struggled futilely to free her hands.

‘Say sorry, uncle,’ he told her.

‘I won’t say it.’

‘Okay, you’re stubborn, abi?’

He gripped her hands more. She attempted more to free the hands, but couldn’t. He pulled her more to himself. Like a mock wrestling match,
she climbed on him and was on his chest. There was a smile on her face; a smile of what-if-I-did-this? It was a child’s play and he was playing
along, as if he was her playmate. He suddenly released her hands.

‘I’ve won,’ she said, sitting on his belly.

‘You couldn’t have won,’ he replied. ‘Not with your feather weight.’

‘Oh, so you call this feather weight.’ She put her full weight on his stomach and her two hands on his chest, as if indeed he was at her mercy.
He gripped her by the waist and up turned her. In a jiffy, he was the one lying on her, chest to chest. She put her mouth to a side, as if trying
to avoid contact with his. He released his grip on her waist, although his hand still lingered there.

‘Ouch!’ she said.

‘Sorry, does that hurt?’ He got down from her. Without waiting for an answer, he rubbed her waist. It was her turn to close the eyes. He had
got down from her, but his hands still held her waist. He rubbed it again. It was obvious the game they were playing was moving from child’s
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He gripped her hands more. She attempted more to free the hands, but couldn’t. He pulled her more to himself. Like a mock wrestling match,
she climbed on him and was on his chest. There was a smile on her face; a smile of what-if-I-did-this? It was a child’s play and he was playing along, as if he was her playmate. He suddenly released her hands.

‘I’ve won,’ she said, sitting on his belly.

‘You couldn’t have won,’ he replied. ‘Not with your feather weight.’

‘Oh, so you call this feather weight.’ She put her full weight on his stomach and her two hands on his chest, as if indeed he was at her mercy.

He gripped her by the waist and up turned her. In a jiffy, he was the one lying on her, chest to chest. She put her mouth to a side, as if trying
to avoid contact with his. He released his grip on her waist, although his hand still lingered there.

‘Ouch!’ she said.

‘Sorry, does that hurt?’ He got down from her. Without waiting for an answer, he rubbed her waist. It was her turn to close the eyes. He had
got down from her, but his hands still held her waist. He rubbed it again. It was obvious the game they were playing was moving from child’s
play to adult game. Tentatively, his hand moved to her chest. Rather than stopping him, she continued to close her eyes. That goaded him on.
His right hand first went to her left boob. It stayed on the cup of the bra, as if hesitant. Then, in a daring move, he touched it, fondled it briefly
and squeezed it gently.

Her eyes remained close. Then, his mind screamed at him to stop doing the nonsense he was doing. Juliet was your sister in law, the mind
screamed at him. Stop doing what you were doing. It was a taboo!

His touch slackened.

‘Does that look like a girl’s own?’ she asked.

He chuckled and shook his head. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said.

‘For what?’

His grin was rueful. ‘I’m sorry for touching it.’

She didn’t say anything.

He lay on his back by her side. It was embarrassing, but there was a bulge between his groin. No, no, don’t go further, his mind told him. In
fact, get up from that bed and tell her to leave. Do that right now!

Ayo could not. He remained on his back, his heart beat racing. He looked at her briefly and their eyes locked. There was something magnetic
about that. His right hand went to the boob again. It stayed much longer, this time, and there was no protest from her. He robbed and
squeezed it. His hand moved to the second boob and did the same.

There was no going back now. He removed her sky blue top and the white brassiere. She allowed him to do so. The child’s play had become full
adult game.



Hours later, specks of light peeped through the room. It was dawn. They were naked under the bedspread, and he held her the exact way he
used to hold Mandy, his wife – Juliet’s senior sister. Juliet snuggled to his side. He opened his eyes and studied her. His mind was filled with
guilt. How could you do this to her? What came over you? How could you be so morally lax like this?

But another mind dismissed all the recriminations. It was a good opportunity and he had made the best of it. She wanted him as much as he
wanted her. No one had acted under duress. She wasn’t an under-age, so it was not rape. It was a case of kiss-me-I-kiss-you.

She moved gently and put her right her on his chest. He held the hand and stroked it gently. She finally opened her eyes and looked at him
dreamily. A smile played on her lips and she looked blissful.

‘Good morning, baby girl,’ he greeted.

‘Good morning, big boy,’ she replied, still smiling.

‘What a naughty girl you are,’ he said under his breath.

‘What a naughty man you are,’ she replied.

He sighed and closed his eyes. Her hand cuddled his chest.

‘Oh Juliet, what have you done to me?’

‘I should ask you that question.’


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