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He moved to her on the bed. There was no need to show any inhibition again. Gently, he kissed her soft lips. At the same time, his hands went to her bust. She was well-endowed too, just like Jenni. He unstrapped her bra and caressed the boobs.

From all indications, she seemed to be enjoying what he was doing. He kissed the nipples and nibbled at them. Moments later, when he removed her pant, he saw that she was dripping.
Wow, she was as much ready for the action as he was.

By now, his dick was fully erect. He parted her legs, leaned over her and inserted his dick. It was a slow and steady entry. Her cunt was ready for him. In a slow, steady rhythm, he beeped her.

'Oh, Sam. Uhn … oh…’ she moaned.

He felt on top of the world. Somehow, he felt he had accomplished something great. Pinning the wife of your boss down and making love to her in that domineering way gave him the thrills of a life.

* * *

Five days after taking treatments from the traditional doctor, Guba was feeling much better. His recovery, he believed was divine.

He also owed a lot to the herbal doctor who had given efficacious drugs that led to his recovery. Guba was indeed glad to be alive. If not for the timely consultation he had made and the timely treatment, going by what the native doctor had said, he would have been a dead man by now.

But he had survived and he had learnt his lesson.
Or so, it seemed.

* * *


Three days after Sam gave Jenni the money for abortion, she finally decided to terminate the fetus. What was the point of keeping it when the man responsible was not ready to accept paternal responsibility?

Her biggest challenge now was the overtures from Mr. Babatunde. Should she give in to the man? Since the day Sam had given her money for abortion, she had not been to his place. The truth was she had no zeal about going to his place again.

That his last action had in a big way dampened the affection she had for him. Something came to her mind. Maybe she should tell her aunty the dilemma she had found herself. Later that evening, when her aunty returned from her hair dressing saloon, Jenni decided to tell her.

Rhoda listened to the story she had to say very attentively. After Jenni had finished, Rhoda mused over what she had said for some seconds.

'Among the two men,' Rhoda said. 'Who will you say is showing more commitment than the other?'

Jenni didn't have to think much. 'I'll say Mr. Babatunde.'

'Who is showing more keenness about marrying you?'

'Mr. Babatunde.'

'Then go for him.'

'Really?'

Rhoda gave a chuckle. 'You're asking me. Is it not obvious? Is it not better that between the one that is ready and the one that hasn't even made up his mind, the one that is ready is better?'

Jenni got her aunt's logic. The woman was right. That very moment, Jenni decided that she would accede to Babatunde's proposition.

For once, in a long time, Dr. Joe Sabada learnt to stay off ladies, and to stop harassing female undergraduates in his Department. He was certainly cornered, but it was better that the man making the matter a subject of public discourse.

That would really bring trouble to him if it should become a court case and if the court should find him guilty. He took solace in the fact he was left off the hook only with severe warnings.

* * *

Three days after Joe decided to thread the path of truce, Agatha was in the class attending his lecture. Joe did everything possible to ensure that he did not look at her direction. He was served right, Agatha thought, thanking God that Nelson had come to her rescue.

After the lecture, she went to her room. She was still contemplating what to do with her weekend when Anfani came to the room.

'How're you, baby?' she greeted Agatha. It had become her way of greeting her.

'I'm fine.'

Anfani dropped her back-pack and flopped on the bed.

'How's the weekend going to be?' she asked.

Agatha shrugged. 'I guess all will turn out well.'

'You're lucky you've graduated from going to the club to dance.'

Agatha smiled. 'Well, I pray you will soon have that kind of luck too.'

'Dancing in the club is not that bad,' Anfani said, as if trying to console herself. 'It's exciting and it brings some money.'

Agatha nodded but did not say a word. Minutes later, she decided to start the weekend by visiting Nelson in his office. Thereafter, she would go to Ogba-Ijaiye to spend Friday night and the weekend with dad and the rest of the family.

She was still thinking of which dress to wear, when Nelson's call came through.

'Hello, love,' she said.

'Good afternoon, darling. Are you through with your lectures for today?'

She smiled. 'Yes. I was just thinking of starting the weekend by coming to your place.'

He laughed shortly. 'Don't worry about coming. I'm already in the vicinity of your school. Are you in the hostel?'

'Yes.'

'Alright. I'll soon be there.'

Anfani was staring at her. 'Is that your rich boyfriend?'

Agatha chuckled. Must Anfani use that adjective?

'Yes.'

'Did he promise to take you to Europe for summer?'

Agatha laughed shortly. 'No, he said he was on his way to see me.'

'It must be to finalize something very important.'

Agatha tried to play everything down. A couple of minutes later, a porter came to inform her that a Chief Nelson Ovie was waiting for her at the front of the hall.

Agatha picked her valise.

'Bring something good for me,' Anfani said, smiling.

Agatha smiled and nodded. 'Have a nice weekend.' She walked briskly out of the room, out of the hall and went to the car park.

Nelson came in his Prado jeep. Like a gentleman, he opened the side door of the car for her.

'Hello, baby,' he greeted.

'Hello, dear.'

She gave him a peck. She could see that he was the one behind the steering wheel.

'The driver did not come?' she asked him.

He smiled at her benignly. 'Yes. On a special day like this, I think it's better I drive.'

'Special day? What makes it special?'

Again, he smiled expansively. 'You will soon understand.'

He drove out of the campus. From Yaba, he drove to Adekunle where he could connect to the Third Mainland Bridge. Halfway on the bridge, he slowed down and stopped the car.

'I've got something for you,' he said, still smiling.
Her heart was thumping. 'What is that?'

From the back seat, he removed the jacket he had put there. From inside one of the pockets of the jacket, he removed a small box. He opened it to bring a diamond-studded engagement ring.

'Agatha, darling, will you marry me?' he asked.

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He was certainly cornered, but it was better that the man making the matter a subject of public discourse. That would really bring trouble to him if it should become a court case and if the court should find him guilty. He took solace in the fact he was left off the hook only with severe warnings.

* * *

Three days after Joe decided to thread the path of truce, Agatha was in the class attending his lecture. Joe did everything possible to ensure that he did not look at her direction.

He was served right, Agatha thought, thanking God that Nelson had come to her rescue.

After the lecture, she went to her room. She was still contemplating what to do with her weekend when Anfani came to the room.

'How're you, baby?' she greeted Agatha. It had become her way of greeting her.

'I'm fine.'

Anfani dropped her back-pack and flopped on the bed.

'How's the weekend going to be?' she asked.

Agatha shrugged. 'I guess all will turn out well.'

'You're lucky you've graduated from going to the club to dance.'

Agatha smiled. 'Well, I pray you will soon have that kind of luck too.'

'Dancing in the club is not that bad,' Anfani said, as if trying to console herself. 'It's exciting and it brings some money.'

Agatha nodded but did not say a word. Minutes later, she decided to start the weekend by visiting Nelson in his office. Thereafter, she would go to Ogba-Ijaiye to spend Friday night and the weekend with dad and the rest of the family. She was still thinking of which dress to wear, when Nelson's call came through.

'Hello, love,' she said.

'Good afternoon, darling. Are you through with your lectures for today?'

She smiled. 'Yes. I was just thinking of starting the weekend by coming to your place.'

He laughed shortly. 'Don't worry about coming.

I'm already in the vicinity of your school. Are you in the hostel?'

'Yes.'

'Alright. I'll soon be there.'

Anfani was staring at her. 'Is that your rich boyfriend?'

Agatha chuckled. Must Anfani use that adjective?

'Yes.'

'Did he promise to take you to Europe for summer?'

Agatha laughed shortly. 'No, he said he was on his way to see me.'

'It must be to finalize something very important.'

Agatha tried to play everything down. A couple of minutes later, a porter came to inform her that a Chief Nelson Ovie was waiting for her at the front of the hall.

Agatha picked her valise.

'Bring something good for me,' Anfani said, smiling.

Agatha smiled and nodded. 'Have a nice weekend.'

She walked briskly out of the room, out of the hall and went to the car park. Nelson came in his Prado jeep. Like a gentleman, he opened the side door of the car for her.

'Hello, baby,' he greeted.

'Hello, dear.'

She gave him a peck. She could see that he was the one behind the steering wheel.

'The driver did not come?' she asked him.

He smiled at her benignly. 'Yes. On a special day like this, I think it's better I drive.'

'Special day? What makes it special?'

Again, he smiled expansively. 'You will soon understand.'

He drove out of the campus. From Yaba, he drove to Adekunle where he could connect to the Third Mainland Bridge. Halfway on the bridge, he slowed down and stopped the car.

'I've got something for you,' he said, still smiling.
Her heart was thumping. 'What is that?'

From the back seat, he removed the jacket he had put there. From inside one of the pockets of the jacket, he removed a small box. He opened it to bring a diamond-studded engagement ring.

'Agatha, darling, will you marry me?' he asked.

She was not surprised to hear this from him. Actually, she saw it coming. In the last few days, he had told her a lot about his previous marriage and how things had not worked out. Helen, his first wife, had sought and got divorce on the ground that their differences were irreconcilable.

He had three children aged nineteen, seventeen and fourteen respectively. At forty-nine, he was a handsome, well-to-do guy with things at his beck and call. What had been a source of concern for her was why did he choose her.

Yes, among all the ladies out there, why would he choose a twenty-years old girl he met dancing naked at the club? Why should he think that a lady like her was a wife material?

Now, the situation had gone beyond wondering? If Nelson Ovie thought she was good enough to be a wife material, then so be it. He was asking her if she would marry him, did he expect a negative answer?

'Yes,' she answered. 'Yes, I will marry you.'

'Oh, that's my darling young Princess.' He put the ring on her left third finger. There was a bear hug and a kiss.

'You've made my day,' he said. 'From now on, I'm going to show that despite the numbers of years between us, I've got so much love to offer you.'

She smiled at his sweet words and hoped he really meant every word he had spoken.


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Later that evening, when her aunty returned from her hair dressing saloon, Jenni decided to tell her. Rhoda listened to the story she had to say very attentively. After Jenni had finished, Rhoda mused over what she had said for some seconds.

'Among the two men,' Rhoda said. 'Who will you say is showing more commitment than the other?'

Jenni didn't have to think much. 'I'll say Mr. Babatunde.'

'Who is showing more keenness about marrying you?'

'Mr. Babatunde.'

'Then go for him.'

'Really?'

Rhoda gave a chuckle. 'You're asking me. Is it not obvious? Is it not better that between the one that is ready and the one that hasn't even made up his mind, the one that is ready is better?'

Jenni got her aunt's logic. The woman was right. That very moment, Jenni decided that she would accede to Babatunde's proposition.

* * *

Guba was glad that he was recovering.

Religiously, he had been taking the concoction the native doctor gave him. It was now he was very certain that the native doctor was indeed a powerful one. It was not that he had doubts before, but this latest episode removed any reservation about the fact that the medicine of the man was efficacious.

He had started getting better, although he still needed some rest. After he had fully recovered, he must not forget his vow to stay clear of married women. He had learnt his lesson.



By the following week, Guba was strong enough to return to work. He had many work waiting for him at the workshop and he had to do extra work to cope with it and to finish the work on time. But he decided to do things at his own pace. He would not be rushed, no matter the urgency the customer attached to the work.

He was working on a Mazda car when Bose, the bread seller came around. Guba found it difficult to believe that this pretty woman was the source of his illness. How could it be that he contracted a strong ailment from a pretty woman as this? The whole thing was a mystery, from the ailment to the recovery.

'Oga Guba, good morning,' she greeted.

'Good morning, Bose. How're you?'

'Fine.'

He still bought a big loaf of bread from her, but he would henceforth limit the relationship with her. Bose lingered with him, probably hoping he would invite her to his home for another time out, but he did not.

* * *

Sam called Jenni.

'Hello, baby. You've not come around for days. Hope no problem,' he said.

'No problem.'

'So, why have I not been seeing you?'

'I need to think my life over.'

He laughed over the line. 'Jenni, dear, what are you thinking about your life?'

She was crossed that he found that funny, so she didn't say anything.

'Any way, how're you?'

'Fine.'

'Think fast and come around, baby. I'm missing you,' he urged.

He should have noticed that she was cool in her responses; that indeed, he was giving her the cold shoulders, but Sam in his nonchalant attitude didn't notice.

He sighed and grinned. That meant tonight he could have Bisi again. He had been having a jolly time with her since Jenni had stayed off. Bisi was wild about sex and he could not have wished to have a wilder partner.

But he knew what existed between them was that mutual desire to satisfy lust and that it would not go beyond that. He also hoped Bisi perfectly understood that. This evening, he had just parted from Madam Kashi after being holed in the hotel room with her for about two hours.

The woman was not a bad lay, and he always felt excited whenever he slept with her. She was his boss' wife and there was an inexplicable triumph anytime he slept with her.

Besides, the woman was good in goading him on, moaning his name and jerking her body in pleasure.

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