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I was amazed at her response. I thought she would understand and take it maturely. I shrugged. I was glad that at least I was able to overcome the temptation. Before hitting the bed, this time around, I remembered to bolt the bedroom door. * * * Few minutes after seven o'clock in the morning, I woke up. It was Sunday and I would have to prepare for church service. Then, I remembered I had a lady in the house. My mind briefly went to the event in the dead of the night. Three months ago, it was unthinkable that I would spurn her sexual overtures. I was not a saint as we had gone on many sensuous voyages together in the past. I was particularly fond of her full, 'luscious' boobs. I could not understand why that part of a lady would make my heart beat in expectation. I was not a freak. The experience was one of those associated with youthful exuberance. But, then, things appeared to be changing. Since Eniola walked out of my life, I had lived the life of celibacy. I went to the sittingroom to see if I could ask

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to come to church with me. In the sitting-room, Eniola was no where to be found. I looked around. She had gone. She must have terribly felt disappointed. I shrugged and described her case as good riddance. Some of the fried rice I cooked the previous day still remained. I warmed it, ate, relaxed a bit and prepared for church service. The service went smoothly. We had youth group meeting thereafter. Then I went home. I thought of Folake as I entered the sittingroom. Would it not be nice if I gave her a call? Just then, my phone rang. Surprisingly, Folake was the one on the line. "Hello, dear. I was just thinking of calling you," I said. "Since yesterday? Ayo, that's not fair." I grinned ruefully. "You are right, I should have called before now. I'm sorry about that." There was a pause across the line. "Okay," she said finally. "How was your night?" I was not going to tell her exactly how I spent the night. "The night was okay, just that I did not really like how you left abruptly." "But I told you I was

going for choir practice." I sighed in discontentment. "You know what?" she went on. "I can make it up. Do you want me to come this afternoon?" I smiled. "Oh, that will be very nice of you." There was another pause. "By three, I'll be there." "Okay, see you." She cut the line. Once again, I had the kind of excitement I had the previous day prelude to her coming. I still had fried chicken and some stew in the house. Maybe, I would prepare white rice. My mind said I should wait until she came before cooking anything. I sat to play some soft music as I patiently waited for her. I had to wait for two hours. Her sight, once more, dazzled me. We hugged briefly. "Hello darling. Sorry, I am late," she cooed. I smiled at her. "I can understand." She set the nylon bag she brought along on the center table, opened it and brought out two packs of food and carbonated drinks. "I bought these for us," she said. "Oh, that's good." She opened one of them and sat down. "I'll like to eat right away." I sat next to her and

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started to eat too. It was jollof rice and beef. The taste was very good. "Did you go to church?" she asked. I nodded. "Hmn hmn." "One of these days I will invite you to my church." "I will gladly come," I replied. We ate on. After the meal, she cleared the table. As I took the drinks, she sat next to me. "You didn't say anything about my dress," I looked at her dress and smiled. The ankara skirt and blouse was well sown and it fitted her perfectly. "It's a beautiful dress. It's very beautiful on you." "And about my hair." I touched her hair briefly. There were some attachments. I was sure without them, she would still look beautiful. "It's beautiful too." She snuggled to me and I wrapped my left hand around her shoulders. "A couple of weeks ago, if anyone had predicted that I would be holding you like this today, I would have disputed it," I said. She smiled. "A couple of weeks ago, I was hopping I would soon meet with you." "Really? You mean you had me in mind?" "Yes." there was no guile I could discern in

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in her voice, so I decided to believe her. I kissed her forehead. I got that idea from my dad. As a lad, I had observe him kiss my mum on the fore head many times. I had summoned the courage to ask him why. In movies, they kissed their lovers on the lips, I had argued. He told me it was his choice. Now, it was my choice. I kissed Folake on the forehead again. "Do you really love me?" she suddenly asked. Here we go again, I thought. Had she not asked me that question the previous day? "I do love you, my dear." It suddenly dawned on me that kissing her on the forehead was probably giving her doubts. I decided to change my choice. My lips slowly went down to hers. It did not take more than five seconds, but that our first French kiss was very significant. I held her right hand. "There are certain things I must tell you," she went on. I cuddled her left arm. "Go ahead. Tell me anything you want to tell me." She nodded. "The first thing is that we must agree that there will be no pre-marital sex." My heart

started beating fast. What did I just hear? She sat up to stare at me. My left hand that was on her arm came down. "We must agree on this," she went on. "There must be no premarital sex. Just as the Bible says, the bed must not be defiled." My mind was busy. I did not know she was so religiously inclined. They said things like this in the church, but I had always taken it with a pinch of salt. Alright, there was nothing bad in it, was there? "Okay, Folake, I agree." I could not believe I would agree just like that. "Don't say you agree yet,"she said in a warning tone. "There's one more thing." She stood up. My heart started racing again. Now, what would this be? She faced me, looking absolutely serious. "There's something I must show you." I could almost hear the beating of my heart. What did she want to show me? What could it be? In a very surprising move, she pulled off her blouse. I stared as if I was mesmerized. Her black bra was sexy, but she just said there would be no sex! Did she want to taunt me?

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