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LOVE ME ONCE … (18+) … Part 1
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SUBTITLE: I WISH HE CAN BE MINE
THEME: His Return

AMELIA’S POV

I’ve being standing here for more than four hours waiting for George whose mother said he will be home today, am to pick him at the airport.

Different flights had landed and am yet to see this George of a guy. I wonder what is keeping him or did he miss his flight?.
I think he is the one coming with luggages, he is very cute.
He had pink and wet lips, tall and has blond hair.

I was lost admiring how handsome he is that I didn’t know when he gets to me.

“You must be Amelia, my mum’s housemaid”, I heard him said that.

His voice is so unique, sweet infact I feel like hearing that voice over and over again.
I raise my head up looking at him straight in his face.
Guys, he is too cute, he got it all. His deep green eyes makes me forget myself, I lost my voice or maybe I couldn’t open my mouth to talk.

“I asked you a question or aren’t you Amelia, the one my mum told me about?”, His voice brought back my senses.

I simply nod positively as I couldn’t utter any word
“So you can’t talk?”, He asked, I still didn’t say anything.
“Baby, what kind of a dumb girl is this?” The girl standing next to him asked.

That’s when I knew he came with a girl but how could he be coming back from where I don’t know with a woman?

“Since you can’t talk, this is Clara, my girlfriend”, he said.
What? Girlfriend? Why will he has a girlfriend?

I stretch my hand out to Clara for a handshake.

“What do you wanna do? You want to fuvking touch my percious girlfriend? Are you mad?”, He half yelled and hits my hand.
This guy is wicked, how can he be yelling at me when he just meet me?.

“Please can you take us home? We are tired”, said Clara. I could feel proudness in her voice.
I adjust for them to enter the car, they did leaving their bags for me to take care of. I put their heavy bags in the car’s boot then went to the driver’s seat.

Our drive from the airport to Mrs Maureen’s mansion wasn’t that long.

Soon we get home, they pulled out and went inside, I struggle with their bags to their room.
“Where is my mum?” George asked
“She went to work”, I replied
“Oh you can talk? I thought you are deaf and dumb”, Clara said harshly, I didn’t answer her.
I turn to leave but George call me back with that his sweet voice.

“Have you clean our room?” He asked
“Yes, I cleaned it yesterday”, I replied.

“Baby, the room is dirty, there is duty”, Clara said with that her witch voice.

“Do you judge a book by its cover?” I asked
George arch an eyebrow.
“What’s that suppose to mean?”, Clara asked, I look at her from head to toe, I don’t have anything to say to her.

I quitely left them without a word and went to my room.
Is like Clara thinks am a slave maybe because George called me a housemaid in her presence that’s why she is saying rubbish to me.
Imagine it, someone that just came today, she don’t even know me or anything about me she has already starts misbehaving. Hmm we can’t live under the same roof.

Two captains can never drive one ship, one must go down for the other and Clara must leave this house for me if she tires anything stupid.
“Amelia! Amelia!”, Came Clara’s voice bringing me back to reality.

I came out of my room, she’s walking around the corridor like someone they are pushing, shouting my name as if she’s my mother.

“What do you want?”, I asked
“Here you are b—h!”, She said as soon as she turns to me.
“I’d better go back to my room if you’ve nothing to say”, I said as I turn my back against her.

“You said George’s room is cleaned but isn’t. There’s duty in the bathroom”, she said.
“Am sure your hands aren’t paining you”, I said
“Meaning what?”, She asked
“Meaning you should clean it yourself”,

“What? You want me to clean by myself? George must hear this, baby! Baby!”, She said stunning out of my presence.

I went back to my room.
In the evening, am preparing dinner when Mrs Maureen return from work.
“Mum”, I heard George’s voice as he hugs his mum.
“Welcome back son”, Mrs Maureen said.

“Thanks mum, how was your day?”, George asked.

I peep from the kitchen, staring at them I want to know what will be Mrs Maureen’s reaction when George will introduce Clara to her or did she knows George was bringing his girlfriend?
“Fine, how is your dad and Europe?” Mrs Maureen asked sitting down.

So George went to Europe and bring this witch to America? Why will her parents allowed her to follow a man she isn’t married to, to another continent?

Some parents are something else.
“Fine, mum, meet Clara my new girlfriend, I met her in Europe”, he Said while Clara stretch her hand to Mrs Maureen for a handshake.

“Nice meeting you Clara, please can you excuse us for a minute?”, Mrs Maureen said.
George look at her then to Clara.

Clara swallowed hard as she simply nods and stands up, she look at George who give her a sign that everything is ok then she left.

Now I want to know what Mrs Maureen will say or do to George. I know she won’t beat or yell at him anyway let me see for myself.
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Two male thieves were caught in the act and serve punishment.
How can you give them k!ssing punishment? They are not gays for crying out loud. �‍♀️

What do you think about this punishment?

Does It Make Sense As They Were Forced To K!ss Or Absolutely Nonsense?



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BALCONY BOY … (18+) … Part 1
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I walk out onto the balcony and lean on the railing, squinting as I look out at the sea. My dad soon follows and comes to stand next to me. “Lovely view isn’t it?” He asks from beside me. +

“Yeah it’s great.” I reply. I love being on holiday. Every year since I was 6 months old I’ve come to Majorca, Spain with my mum, dad, nana and grandad and every year it’s just been my family and me.

I’m incapable of talking to anyone I don’t know, I’m far too awkward for that.

My friends always come back from their holidays and tell me all about the friends they made whilst they were away. How do people do it? I don’t understand. To top it all off, it happens to be a running joke in the family.

“Think you’ll make any friends this year?” My dad asks from his chair.

“Nope.”

“If you actually talk to someone, you might find yourself with one.”

I laugh, “Easier said than done.”

“It’s really not.” Is his reply. I scoff and drop my head.

“I just can’t do it.”

He nods slowly, “Well you never know, you’re 17 now, this might be your year.”

“I really hope so.” I turn and walk back into the air-conditioned room. I find my mum doing a word search on the sofa bed.

“No pool today love, we’ll just unpack for now.” My shoulders slump. The pool is by far the best part of every holiday. I’ve always loved swimming and have been on my local swimming team since I was about 7.

I walk over to my case and start taking out clothes and hanging them up.

A couple of hours later I’m on my nana and grandads balcony. They’re staying in the room next door to us and I listen as their voices float through the open glass doors.

“Walter!! What have you done with my tablets?”

“I haven’t touched your tablets!”

“Well they’re not where I put ’em and who else would have touched my bloody tablets?!”

“Maybe the maid moved them?”

“Men; always making excuses.”

I laugh quietly to myself and look out at the hotel.

It’s in a big ‘L’ shape with the pool between the blocks of apartments, we’re practically in the corner where the two blocks meet. I scan across the balconies I can see in front of me to the left until my eyes stop and focus on something – more specifically, someone.

Stood on a balcony about 4 rooms across on the same floor as us, I see a boy in a similar position to me, arms crossed, leaning against the railing.

He’s about my age, brown hair, tan skin, and an impressive six pack. Probably one of the most attractive people I’ve ever seen in my life. My mouth is hung open ever so slightly and I quickly snap it shut.

My grandad comes out to stand next to me and I instantly avert my eyes.

“What you staring at that lad for?” He questions the ghost of a smirk on his face.

“What! I wasn’t…I…” I sigh and curse my inability to lie as my face flushes bright red.

“Good looking that one. I er…what do they call it?” He pauses a moment, thinking. “Ah, that’s it, I ‘ship’ it.”

I look at my grandads smiling face. Did I hear that right? “How do you know that?”

“What do you mean? I’m down with the kids, me.”

I give him a pointed look and he sighs. “There was this article in the paper about the words you use nowadays and what they mean.” I laugh.

“Was it an insightful read?”

“No, not at all. Your generation speaks a whole different language to mine.” We both laugh and turn to look at the sinking sun. “Why don’t you try talking to that boy tomorrow?” I look at him as if he’s grown a second head.

“You’re joking right?”

“You’re a beautiful girl, he’d fall for you instantly.”

“No offence, but your opinion’s kind of biased.” He shrugs.

“None taken. Just know; I’m always right.”

“That opinion is also biased.” He smacks me lightly on the arm and I laugh.

“You’ll see.” He turns and walks back inside. I look back at the mystery boy to find he isn’t there anymore. I sigh and join my grandparents inside.
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You will need to treat for both Malaria and Fever at once. We do this because it necessary and their symptoms are the same.

To be sure, go to your nearest diagnostic centre. Tell them you want to run a WIDAL TEST. This test will show if there are still traces of malaria and Typhoid Fever in your blood stream. Take the result to your pharmacist. He/She will know what to give you.
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Try getting Lonart for malaria and Ciptotab (By 14 tablets) for the Fever. And Blood Tonic. I will recommend Feroglobin (1 sachet). It's very powerful. Take the Lonart for 3 days (1 tab Morning and night). Then on the fourth day, Start the Ciprotab (1 tab Morning and night). Do this along with Feroglobin. Feroglobin is once a day. Do Feroglobin along with Ciprotab. Preferably at Night. Do this and you will be fine.

If symptoms persist....

Get a Nursing Practitioner to put you on Drip. Just tell him Relapsing fever. He knows what to give you. That will flush the Fever out completely.

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drink warm water not cold.
take quinine.
if you have access take doxycycline or tetracycline.

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