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I Scurryfunged while keeping an eye on the time; she will be here in 10 minutes.
As I stood on the balcony, hands akimbo, waiting for the one I have come to describe as my hearts delight. I wasn’t ready for the shocker that was soon to crush my bones.


This fantasy had only been two months old
This lady whose voice I hear before cock crow
Her voice like unto an angelic tune
Our chemistry certified by the gods of Olympus
Her words were a reminder of motherly care
Her silence could wrought emotional tears.


I have never met her as we've only spoken on phone for these two months. I am attracted to older women. They seem to transcend a surefire attraction to me. Biologically peaked with blooming curves and due maturity. The younger ones seem to bite the dust too quickly for me.
I could feel my heart leap as my phone rang, it was her. I answer.


Babe, you here?


Yes Batman, your Catwoman is here


From my balcony I saw a girl get off the Taxi with phone pressed to her ears


This can’t be the lady I have been talking to. Perhaps, she looks pretty young for her age,’ I thought to myself.


Right there it struck me.
Her age; I never got to ask.
I walked down the stairs to meet her. I couldn’t compute the look of exhilaration on her face. We hugged, I felt her slim hands wrap around my back a little tightly and it send a cold chill down my spine.
Her hands were still wrapped around me as we made our way into the room.
I handed her a bottle of soft drink, still feeling the urge to still the brewing disillusionment inside of me.


“You look young, but with the mind of an old woman? I said“
She gave me a quizzical smile, holding my face in her hands. They felt like soft furs.


I am 15 she said, I know I am young, probably way younger than you had expected. I hope you don’t feel disappointed.
"I love you; she continued, and I mean it in every sense of the word. I am not a novice and you have nothing to worry about.


I agree with you. It’s just that I do not feel comfortable. I am not only concerned for you or for the fact that I find this venture too rugged. I don’t know if you are prepared for the responsibility that beckons should things go south. Those things we had talked about doing to each other…


There was a long pause. As I made to reach for her hands, she yanked them away.


Try to understand me, look; I have a younger sister your age and…. The words hung in my throat as I saw her teary eyes.


“But I love you,” she said. Her words faint as a whisper


I know


So why can’t we work something out?


You don’t understand Lisa, I am not sure we could


But why?


I was unable to speak. A flurry of thoughts in my head, perhaps I couldn’t bring myself to tell her the exact answer to that question.
But I had already known. Right from when I we hugged at the staircase.


I abhor pedophiles and could already taste the bile in my stomach. I don’t do minors, never!
I felt an unease knowing we have said lots of naughty things to each other. Our last phone conversation, we spent time talking about how we would immerse ourselves in the euphoria of lustful pleasure with dripping sweats, handling hands and stroking private parts .
Her question, albeit a joke still hung in my ears, “is your bed large enough for two curled up ruffling bodies?


Here I am, my mind troubled with deep melancholy.
I snapped out of my thought as she picked up her bag and made her way to the door.


“You are leaving? I asked
As she turned to look at me, I could've see the dejection in her eyes. The look on her face, like a princess stripped off her glory.


She walked close to me with hastened steps, planted a soft kiss on my lips and dashed for the door without a word.


Was I wrong to have rejected her?
What could I hava done differently?


These are questions I am yet to answer.


© Alumandu Emeka Emmanuel