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Agatha was nonplussed, while Anfani looked at her enviously. 'Hey, that means you've caught a big fish,' Anfani said.

Cyril pointed at a seat. 'Please, sit down while I inform him that you've come.'

'But ... but, I hope no problem,' Agatha said.

He smiled. 'Oh, no. Not at all. I'm sure it's all for good.' He turned to the other ladies. 'Alright, you girls can go ahead to the dressing room. She'll be coming to join you there.'

Fatty patted Agatha. 'Good luck,' she said, smiling. Anfani looked at her and winked. They soon left her with Cyril in the office. She sat on one of the visitors' seats while he brought his phone out and made a call.

'Yes, sir, the lady is in my office now,’ he said.

There was a slight pause. 'Okay, sir. That will be no problem, sir.'

He disengaged the line and turned to smile at her.

'He says he's on his way and will soon be here. Meanwhile, he said I should give you any drink of your choice.'

Agatha remained confused. Now, what kind of thing was this? Her plan was to come and dance, make her money and go. Which one was this one that looked like 'being detained'?

Cyril could sense her nervousness. 'Relax,' he said, smiling. 'I know Chief Ovie very well. He can only do this to somebody he really likes.'

Agatha nearly chuckled. She did not even know the man and could not imagine how he looked like. Yet, she was told the man liked her!

'What drinks do I get you?' Cyril intruded into her thoughts.

'Malt will be okay.'

He nodded. 'Just a minute.'

He left the office. She sighed and tried to relax. So, the man was interested in her, why did he pick on her? She believed Anfani was more beautiful than her, why not pick Anfani? Fatty too was beautiful, although she was chubby.

The other two girls were not bad-looking. Out of the five pretty young ladies, why did he pick on her?

Cyril was soon back with a tray containing two cold bottles of malt and a covered plates containing barbecue. He did not even ask one of the service girls to serve Agatha. Cyril was the one doing it himself. Gosh!

'I bought some suya (roasted meats) for you to savor the taste,' he said, grinning.

This is serious, she thought. A glass cup and an opener were also in the tray. He opened it for her.
'There, you are,' he said.

'Thank you very much, sir. I mean thank you, Cyril.'

'You're welcome. Just relax and don't worry about a thing. See, I'll soon be back. I want to attend to work matters.'

She nodded. 'Okay.'

About five minutes later, a man that should be about fifty years came to the office. He was looking important in his well starched kaftan. His polished shoes, gold wrist-watch and his carriage all portrayed a successful and confident person. He smiled at her.

'Good evening, sir,' Agatha greeted.

'Good evening, my lovely queen.' He extended his hand for a hand shake. 'I'm Chief Doctor Nelson Ovie.'

So, this was the man who desired to see her. 'Good evening, sir,' she greeted again.

'Yeah. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Hope you're not angry.'

She shook her head. 'No, I'm not. I was only wondering why you wanted to see me, sir.'

He smiled benignly and sat on another visitor's chair. 'I'll come to that. Very soon, I'll come to that. I want to discuss some matters with you.'
Agatha tried to look calm but she was all tensed up. What did this important-looking man want to discuss with her?

'Cyril told me you're an undergraduate student of Lagoon-View University. Is that right?'

She nodded. 'Yes, sir.'

'Good. Now, let me tell you why I wanted to see you. I wanted to see you because I like you.'

Agatha froze on her seat. It was not as if she had not thought that the man would say this, but the way he said it in that no-hold-barred way made her react the way she did.

'Sir?' she asked.

Ovie smiled.

He smiled again. 'I said I like you. I really mean that. The first thing I want you to do for me is to stop dancing in this club or any other club. I know you're making some money from it, but I want you to stop. I'm going to compensate you for that. Can you do that for me?'

She took the keys from him. 'Don't go yet. Come inside. I want to discuss something with you.'

He wondered what she wanted to discuss with him that she could not say when they were still in the car. He however voiced no dissension.

'Alright, ma'am.'

They entered the spacious and tastefully furnished sitting-room. 'Give me one minute,' she said and went upstairs.

Sam sat on one of the settee and awaited her. He could not but wonder what she wanted to discuss with him.

About five minutes after she had gone up, Madam Dupe Kashi returned. She had changed to a t-shirt and jeans trousers and she looked much younger.

'Oh, forgive me,' she said. 'I should have asked the house girl to get you some drinks.'

She wanted to call the girl, but he quickly interjected.

'Oh, no. There's no need, madam. I'm okay as I am.'

'Are you sure?'

He grinned and nodded. 'I'm perfectly sure, ma'am.'

She sat back relaxingly on the chair. 'Alright, if you insist that you don't want anything, no problem.'

Sam nodded. He was curious about what she wanted to say.

'Alright. Let me go straight to what I want to discuss.' Just then her phone rang. He was kept in suspense for another two minutes or so that she spoke on the phone. She finally disengaged the line.

'Yes,' she said, facing him squarely. 'Before I even say what I want to say, I need to ask you a question.'

A question? What kind of question could that be?

'Ask any question, madam,' he said.

Again, the phone rang and he remained in suspense for another three minutes. He could feel his muscles tensing up as he waited for her to be through with her call.

'Sorry about the diversion,' she said. 'Now, my question is this: what reports have you been giving my husband about me and my movements, so far?'

He was confounded. How did she know that he was giving reports about her?

'I ... I don't know what you mean, madam,' he stuttered.

She smiled to put his mind at rest, but did not really succeed.

'My husband, your employer, said you should be monitoring my movement and be giving him reports, didn't he?'

He found his heart hammering against his ribs. But how did she know that? Could Chief Kashi have told her? He could not answer her. Rather, he looked away.

'Anyway, relax. Don't look rattled. You're doing a good job. Keep it up. I'm sure he's impressed with your performance.'

There was something about the way she was saying all these that marveled Sam: she seemed so much at ease.

Why was she taking everything so simply, as if it was a drama? What was happening?

'Madam, did oga himself tell you this?' he found himself asking.

She smiled again. 'Listen, Samuel. All I can say for now is that you're doing a good job. Keep it up. That is the end of the first discussion. The second part will continue to tomorrow.'

She stood up. 'Good night.'

Now, he was perplexed. How could she say this was only the first part of the discussion? Why couldn't they discuss all that should be discussed now?

But he could not ask her any of these questions. Numbly, he stood up. 'Er, good night, ma'am.'

She left the sitting-room. The meeting was over. Still feeling numb, he left the room and the house. As soon as he was on the road, he called Chief Kashi. Promptly, the chief answered his call.

'Good evening, sir.'

'Good evening, Sam. How was the day?'

'Er. Fine, sir. I just left madam now.'

'I see. How did everything go?'

'Fine, sir. When we returned home, she said she wanted to discuss something with me. I was surprised when she mentioned the fact that I was monitoring her and giving you reports.'

Sam expected the chief to react sharply to that, but the reverse was the case.

'She said that?' Chief Kashi said. 'I see.'

Sam was befuddled. What kind of reaction was that? What was going on?

'Then, she said she would continue to discuss what she wanted to do tomorrow,' Sam continued.

'I see.'

Sam was beginning to get angry. These complacent responses from the chief meant he indeed told his wife about his mission. What was going on? What kind of game was this?

'Listen, Sam. You're doing a good job. All I can tell you is to keep it up. Don't worry about whether she knows you real mission or not. You just continue to do what you're doing.'

In total gladness, she held him and kissed him too. There was no time more to waste. In a frenzy, he undressed himself, undressed her and mounted her. He had to use kisses to suppress some of her pleasant moans.

* * *

That very evening, as a matter of urgency, Guba started taking his herbal medication. The native doctor had assured him that all would be well. Guba whole-heartedly believed him.

The following morning, he decided to stay at home and rest. He ate well and took his medications. Going by what the native doctor said, if he had not come on time for treatment, he would have died in a matter of few days. Guba shuddered at the thought of death.

No, he did not want to die now. He was only thirty-five years old, for God's sake! Why must he die now? No, no. He still had many years to live. He had only a child and was only expecting another child.

He must live to be the father of his children (which included the yet to be born child), and the husband of his wife, twenty-six years old Sherifat.

His mind went to the genesis of his current problem. The baba had said it was as a result of his sleeping with another man's wife. But, wait a minute. Why must he do that? There were many single ones at his beck and call, why must he extend his lascivious quest to married women?

What would he possibly gain in sleeping with married women that he could enjoy in young and fresh single ladies?

Sometimes, he himself was confounded by his unbridled desire for women! It was like a spell on him.

He must turn a new leaf, he chided himself. After he had survived this current ailment, he would stop all the affairs he was having with married women. Just look at the big trouble the bread seller had wrought on him.

No, henceforth he would not have anything to do with such women again. He would flee from adultery. But for now, the most important thing was for him to regain his health. Then, his mind faltered.

But, why would a man put 'magun' or whatever on his wife? If a man was suspecting his wife of unfaithfulness, couldn't the man too go out and look for other women to enjoy himself?

Why would the man seek to fight back through this kind of way?

But then, another part of his mind asked him why he could not leave married women alone. Did he just want to die like that? Again, he shuddered. He decided that he must indeed amend his ways.

* * *

Just like the previous day, Madam Kashi did not come out of the house until few minutes to eleven. This was the third day of his working for the woman and he had resigned himself to fate.

He drove her to the shops at Allen and Opebi respectively. Few minutes to five p.m., she called it a day at the Opebi shop. She would not be visiting any friend today as he drove her straight home.

After parking the car on the spot where he normally did, he handed the keys to madam.

'Here's the key, madam. Good night.'

She took the keys from him. 'Don't go yet.

Come inside. I want to discuss something with you.'

She was shocked to say the least. This must be the epilogue of the drama he had scripted, she thought.

'Uncle Manu, why're you embarrassing me? Please, stand up.'

'Will you? I promise to take care of you and to be a good husband.'

Oh God, what an embarrassment, she thought. What if somebody entered the office and found him like this?

'Alright, alright,' she said hurriedly. 'I agree.'

'Really?' He was full of smiles. 'Clara, do you really agree to be my wife?'

'Yes,' she replied, giving what looked like a smile.

He got up to come and hug her in ecstasy. It was that moment that the secretary entered. While Clara felt even more embarrassed to be found closeted in his arms, he didn't appear to give a hoot.

'Sorry, sir,' the secretary said. 'Two officers from the Local Education District (LED) are here to see you.'

He nodded. 'It's alright. Tell them to give me one minute.'

'Okay, sir.' The secretary turned to leave the office.

Manu turned to face Clara.

'I'm delighted that you've agreed. Wow! Today is a wonderful day in my life. Good. That means you'll see my mother this evening, right?'

She nodded. 'Right.'

Once again, he bear-hugged her.

* * *

It was a week after Agatha first followed Anfani and Fatty to the Queenzy Club.

They were back again this Friday to re-enact the show. Agatha had seen that indeed, the nude dance business came with lucre.

Apart from the money the club had paid, some of the impressed customers had sprayed some dollars on her - yes, dollars, not naira. From all indications, apart from throwing off decency, the business appeared to be harmless.

'Enjoy the show now that you're still young, beautiful and vibrant,' Anfani said.

Just like the previous week, they first went to the office of the club manager, Cyril.

'Hello, babies,' he greeted, beaming in smiles. 'Our angels have come again.'

'Good evening, Cyril,' Anfani replied.

'How's business?'

'Fine. You're welcome.'

'Thank you,' Agatha and Fatty jointly replied.

Cyril faced Agatha squarely. 'I have a message for you.'

She was surprised. 'Me?'

He nodded. 'Yes, you. One of our esteemed customers, Chief Nelson Ovie said as soon as you come, I should let you know that he'll like to see you.'

Agatha was nonplussed, while Anfani looked at her enviously. 'Hey, that means you've caught a big fish,' Anfani said.

Cyril pointed at a seat. 'Please, sit down while I inform him that you've come.'

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He nodded. 'You're welcome.' He went on to lock the main door to the sitting-room. 'Good night, then.'

'Good night.'

He went to his bedroom and stripped to his boxer. As usual, he would be sleeping only in the boxer.

He yawned again. Oh, what an eventful day. Tomorrow morning, he would continue with the routine of going to Mrs. Kashi's house to drive her around.

What a job! He lay on the bed and closed his eyes. Well, it didn't matter whether he was now a driver or not. What mattered was as long as the chief would pay him his handsome salary at the end of the month, then everything was alright. He soon slept off.

He had a short dream in which he found himself living in Ontario, Canada. He was living a large life with his white Canadian wife.

They were at the dining-table and were about to have a sumptuous and exotic meal. His cherished meal was abruptly interrupted by a hand that aroused him from sleep.

He opened his eyes and stared at a female figure that, at first, looked indistinct.

'Sorry to wake you up,' Bisi said.

Sam had to clear his eyes with his right palm. Then, he remembered her as the neighbor he brought to his mini-flat to spend the night.

'Hmn?'

'I said, sorry to bother you,' she repeated.

'There are many mosquitoes in the sitting-room.'

Sam sat up on the bed. 'Mosquitoes?'

She nodded emphatically. 'Yes. They make a good sleep quite impossible.'
He scratched the back of his head.

Did she even knock at the door before she entered? And look at how she aborted the fascinating dream of Canada that he was having!

'Okay,' he said, suppressing his annoyance. 'You can sleep here in the bedroom, while I go and sleep in the sitting-room.'

'Oh, no,' she quickly said. 'That was not what I was saying.'

He looked at her inquisitively. 'What're you saying?'

She smiled briefly. 'It will not be fair if I push you to the mosquitoes. I will suggest that we manage this room.'

Sleep disappeared from his eyes. What was this lady suggesting? That they should sleep on the same bed? Of course! That was what she wanted all along and he should have known that!

'You mean you don't mind the two of us sharing the same bed?' he asked. It was an unnecessary question and he knew it.

She nodded.

'Alright. Climb on the bed.' There was a tinge of excitement in his voice.

It was very good that she had made herself such a desirous and willing partner. Sam would never miss such an opportunity.

‘Thank you.’ She climbed to join him on the bed.

‘Sorry, I can’t sleep with the light on,’ she said.

‘Okay.’ He switched off the bedside light.
In the dark room, he could feel her breath.

‘Hope no more mosquitoes,’ he said grinning to himself.

‘Thankfully, no.’

They were silent for some time. Impulsively, he put his hand across her belly. Would she protest the invasion?
No, she did not.

Tentatively, his hand moved on the belly in what looked like a caress. Again, there was no sound or action of protest from her. His fingers moved up to her chest.

His feel of her right boob showed that indeed she had just average boobs. Like a man testing the water, his fingers searched for the nipple and gently teased.

The moan she made showed that she was delighted by what he did. That was all that he need about her willingness and complicity. He pressed and cuddled the boob and leaned over her for a long kiss.

It was just what she wanted. In total gladness, she held him and kissed him too. There was no time more to waste. In a frenzy, he undressed himself, undressed her and mounted her. He had to use kisses to suppress some of her pleasant moans.

Some days ago, Dora had actually given him a patronizing call.

'I'm back in Lagos o,' she said. 'And I'm available for service 24/7.'

'Dora, welcome back. Yeah, when I need you I would let you know.'

Dora was surprised. 'I hope another babe has not taken you away from me,' she said in concern.

Eddie smiled. He would not tell her yes or no. 'Don't worry. When I need your service, I'll let you know.'

He had disconnected the line. Kinky taste or not, he thought, Dolly would never leave him for Abuja to 'service' other men. Dolly would forever be faithful.

* * *

Mama would be returning to Delta State tomorrow, after spending over a week with her son in Lagos. She had been pestering him that she would like to see her future daughter-in-law one more time before she departed.

Now in his office in the school, the bell for the long break had just been rung. He called the secretary.

'Tell Clara to come,' he told her. 'Clara in the JAMB class.'

He did not need to be explicit as she already knew the person he was referring to. A couple of minutes later, Clara came inside his office. It was amazing that so far, he had not succeeded in sleeping with her. Just as he was planning to do so, something would prop up and scuttle the plan.

But, he did not really call her because he wanted to get between her legs. He called her for another purpose.

'Mama says she's dying to see you again before she returns home,' he said. He had told her so before but she had been so adamant.

'Sir, I've told you I can't continue that kind of drama. Why don't you tell her the truth that I'm just your student?'

He sighed. She had a point there, but he would not just admit that something could not be done to remedy the situation.

Then, a golden idea came to his mind and he smiled. Right there in his office, he went down on his knees.

'Clara, will you marry me?'

'What?!' She was shocked to say the least.

This must be the epilogue of the drama he had scripted, she thought.

'Uncle Manu, why're you embarrassing me? Please, stand up.'

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