If you repost this story without due permission,no qualms but you should have it in mind that my great-grandfather is an herbalist and I'm the next in line for the family business
If the characters of this story bear any resemblance to any person,dead or living,I apologise but my great-grandfather and I have nothing to do with such a coincidence
Feel free to criticize (nicely ),correct my errors (without sarcasm).GRACIAS

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LordZero:
Following for now, because of the title..

If you fail to update regularly or you dissappear without reason...


make I no talk yet.

don't worry...

IemFava:
If you repost this story without due permission,no qualms but you should have it in mind that my great-grandfather is an herbalist and I'm the next in line for the family business
If the characters of this story bear any resemblance to any person,dead or living,I apologise but my great-grandfather and I have nothing to do with such a coincidence
Feel free to criticize (nicely ),correct my errors (without sarcasm).GRACIAS

herbalist let me sef full ground for you. Oya continue I will gladly be a part of the journey

Lemme register my presence.

If you start this story without completing it ,no qualms but you should have it in mind that my great-grandfather is an herbalist and I'm the next in line for the family business

IemFava:
don't worry...

Herbalist, where have you been?

Sorry..been busy

I'm trying to start this again,a different perspective tho.
Hope you enjoy this.
Consistency

Victoria sighed. She had seen smudges of mascara on her husband's shirt when she did his laundry and just last night,he'd come home smelling of a perfume she thought was rather feminine

When she tried to seduce him,he'd waved her tellin her he was tired,the same excuse he'd given her every night of their two- year old marriage. The last time they almost made love,he had wanted it anal but she'd refused,telling him she wanted a baby;colour had drained from his face and he lost his libido almost immediately. That was six months ago and she still didn't know what she said wrong.

" A baby", she mouthed the words once more. She wanted a mini "Vickie" or a mini "Carl", one she could call her own.

She thought of her mother,her short and chubby mother. Her mother used to tell her, "Vickie,honestly I would never cheat on your father. I will just pray for a heavenly rod to fill me up"
She never understood it then but as she grew,she got to know her mother's "heavenly rod" was a 12 inch Love Machine she called " The terminator". Maybe she would get hers too and she would call hers " Gladiator". She laughed

She thought about het friends,Temidayo and Zainab. She had cut all ties with them.after they'd expressed their disapproval of her sudden marriage. She felt sad,her heavily made-up face was bathed in a stream of long hot tears.
She thought about Temidayo. She'd gotten married a year after she had. She didn't attend the wedding: She would have but her arrogance didn't let her

She took the edge of her wrapper and dried her tears. She took a look at her attire and remembered how she'd given up modelling on the insistence of her dream man.
She picked up her phone and sent a text,she wrote, "Help,please. I don't know what to do"
A reply came after 30 minutes "Savoury ,7pm. This Friday"



Victoria Adams was sassy,daring and adventurous. She was a beauty to behold . At 5'6 with long legs and a slender,yet shapely physique,she was any man's day dream and all she wanted was a man just as daring as herself. Funny,huh?
She met him at a fundraiser organized by her friend. He'd been as handsome as a devil with a killer smile.After a 30- minute conversation,she'd gotten into his car and they headed to his apartment. It had been a crazy and fun filled night. He'd taken her to ecstasy and has introduced her to sex through the back door. She was startled at first but he was prepared.
He had applied lubricant generously on her after which he gently eased himself into her and quickened his pace when he was sure she'd gotten used to it
The next morning,dhed touched the orifice which had officially been opened for business but winced in pain. Right then,the door opened and out stepped a nan as naked as she was.
TBC

" Good morning,sunshine",he said. She didn't reply but hurriedly scanned the room for her clothes. She was dressed in no time.
As she made for the door,he'd called after her.
" At least tell me your name"
She stopped abruptly and made to face him
"If we meet again" and they did.

DAYS LATER
"You're late",Mr Reynolds said to Victoria,he seemed angry:his cheeks always got red when he was angry.
"I'm sorry sir;something...came up",her voice trailed off as she offered him as she offered him her best smile,praying that the short,fat American man would smile too.
He laughed and said in a tone of finality "Get dressed and get sexy. The new photographer will be here soon"


" Victoria,meet the new photographer,the exquisite Olufemi Carl." ,Mr Reynolds said,referring to the man who Victoria had graced his bed days before.
" So its Victoria",he said offering her his hand.

At that moment,she decided they were meant to be.
Two weeks later,he'd asked her to be his wife and she'd said "yes!" without hesitation. The next day,they had had a lavish wedding which the media feasted on for weeks. Her friends had been in attendance but one look at their faces showed their disapproval.


Temidayo took her bible and prayed. She'd fasted for days before this. She went on her knees and with tears dancing graciously down her chubby cheeks,she'd cried "Lord,please touch his heart.Let him forgive me".

She tilted her head and wondered where it had all gone wrong.
Temidayo had always been a shy person who only came out of her shell when she was with her friends or in church.
Unlike Victoria,she was a quite thick and voluptuous woman but due to her devoutness,her curves were always expertly hidden under clothing that would make a nun cringe. She was an overly religious woman and as a Virgin,she'd longed for a virgin too.(weird,right? I know.

That fateful day,she'd sang each note of the songs beautifully. She'd become uncomfortable when she noticed a young man was staring at her. He was good-looking and thankfully,he looked decent. She'd cautioned herself when she realised she'd garnered attention talking and smiling to herself.

The following Sunday,the Pastor in charge had introduced her "mystery man" as a Pastor
who had been transferred from Abuja
"This is Pastor Ojo David.",the head pastor Ademola Daniel had said,urging the congregation to give the "newbie" a warmer welcome. She had quickly brought out her phone and had done the needful.

He'd delivered a sermon and she'd gotten a closer look at her mystery man.
Ojo David wasn't "superstar" handsome but he was desirable. He was tall,dark with piercing black eyes.His jet-black hair had curls that no amount of combining can straighten. He was pious just as his parents had taught him to be before their death when he was just five. He kept to himself and had no friends except for Pastor Chris,his mentor . He rarely talked and when he did,he was either confiding in Pastor Chris or preaching to a congregation.
After his parents' death,he'd been abandoned and left to fend for himself. And after three years,Pastor Chris had found him and too him in.
Pastor Chris and his wife had loved him and accepted him but their only son had something ratherdark and sinister about him:he would stare at him for hours with eyes almost devoid of emotion. Was it lust he'd seen? No,it couldn't be. It had be hatred

As he grew,he realised that something was not right and who else could confined in other than his mentor and guardian,Pastor Chris.