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Decency is needed in a good relationship.

The couple needs it.

APC is full of intrigues these days.


What a political thriller!

What a laugh.


Of what benefits will that be to him?

How tragic.


RIP to the dead.

She took one of the seats opposite him. 'Yes, sir. It's about what you told me the other day. I've come to tell you that I've agreed.'

Sabada beamed in smiles.

‘Are you sure about that?’

‘Yes, sir.’

He smiled again. ‘Good girl.’ He stood from his chair and went to lock the office door.
'Before, you go further, you need to stand up and take a step back.'

It sounded quite odd, but she did as she was directed.

He examined her critically from head to toe.

'Okay, step forward.'

She moved forward.

'Open your handbag and bring all the contents out.'

She emptied the bag. Her two phones, books, other writing materials, a handkerchief, make-up kit and sundry things were brought out.

He scanned each item and ensured that the phones were not in audio or video recording mode. One must be careful these days, he thought.

Some guys were caught on camera and were slammed with sexual molestation and rape charges. After his searches, he seemed to be satisfied.

'Good. Are you sure you're really ready to play ball?' he asked.

'Yes.'

He stared at her, smiled again and nodded. 'I need a proof from you. And the proof is I want you to strip naked. Right now, strip completely naked,' he coed.

Agatha was not surprised by what she was experiencing. From what some of her colleagues had told her, Dr. Joe Sabada was a man of intense passion and kinky sensuous demands.
Slowly, Agatha stripped. She was now clad only in bra and pantie.

‘Everything,’ he said, his eyes glistening in excitement.

Her eyes popped out a bit.

‘Don’t worry, just go ahead.’

Slowly, she complied with his demand. She felt embarrassed to stand before him in nudity, but his smug look made her to shrug off non-responsively.

He seemed to critically examine her from head to toe. His eyes lingered on her full boobs before they glided to the valley of her pubic region. The way he stared at her body showed that he was pleased with what he saw.

'Alright,' he said finally. 'Let's meet at Lolita Hotel this evening by seven o'clock. Then, I will fully explore the treasure island that I've seen.'

Lolita Hotel was just before the main gate of the university. Only ‘jambite’ students would claim that they didn't know it.

‘You can put your dress back on now.’

Agatha nodded and wore her clothes back. She would have to keep that date. She indeed kept it. By quarter to seven p.m., she was at the lobby of the cozy hotel. By six thirty, Joe was already there.

He has ordered for a bottle of beer to while away the time. Agatha looked uncertainly around the lobby/ bar when she stepped inside.

Joe quickly beckoned at her. She smiled and came to his table.

'Good evening, sir,' she greeted.

'Ah, my dear angel.' It was his usual way of referring to his ladies. 'Good evening. Sit down and join me.'

'Thank you, sir.'

He grinned at her as he studied her features. She had moderate height and stature. Her bust, from what he could see so far, was neither big nor small. He imagined that her tits were firm. Now, that was one of the strange things he had discovered.

Some of the students he had slept with, as young as they were, had flabby and out-of-shape boobs. In his mind, those girls were not only spoilt but rotten.

'What drinks do you want?' he asked.

She shook her head. 'I'll not have any, sir. Thank you.'

'Nothing? Not even mineral drinks?'

'Nothing, sir.'

He decided to let her be. It was not important that she must have drinks. What was important was that he would be 'making love' to her. There was no much chatting. Some minutes later, he emptied the last content from his glass.

‘Alright, let’s go there,’ he said, belching gently.

Agatha followed him to the room he had booked.


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She knew that her boss would call her lines the moment he did not see her in the office, so she had switched off her phones. It was better that she did not speak with him for now.

There were still some left overs of the yams she cooked the previous night. She warmed them in the micro-wave oven and fried some eggs to eat them.

After the breakfast, she decided she would remain in the house till afternoon before she would leave.



About two o'clock that hot afternoon, Sam drove to Ogba for him to do a surveillance of where they would be coming in the night to carry out arson.

Slowly, he drove along the Ojodu road. He saw the number of the building and parked the jeep some meters away from the main gate.

Then, he came down from the car and walked towards the gate. There were some people coming out as he knocked on the side gate. A short security man of middle-age attended to him.

'Yes?'

'Good day,' Sam replied. 'I'm looking for the office of Barrister Tony.'

'Barrister Tony? In this building? I think you've got the wrong address.'

'Really?'

Through the opened gate, Sam took a quick survey of the building. 'But Barrister Tony told me he occupied an office on the floor of this building.'

The security man shook his head. 'It must be a mistake. This building has no lawyer using it.'
Sam had seen enough for now. 'Alright, let me call him.'

He brought his phone out and pretended he was searching for the so-called barrister's number. As he did this, he walked away from the gate to where he had parked his car. He had succeeded in his first mission.

As he drove back to Ketu, he had no doubt that the task given by the boss would not be difficult to be accomplished.

He would need two guys to effectively carry out the operation. That would be no problem. Many hours later, precisely few minutes to midnight, Sam was back at the targeted office building.

He was in company of Dodo and Guba. He parked at the spot where he had parked some hours earlier on.


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Good development.


There should be no room for 'yeyebrity' lawlessness.

I didn't know FFK is literally gifted.

Oga, you should write a book.

Obaseki is just testing the waters. He knows it will not be easy to win the election from the stable of PDP.


But then, it is better to die fighting than giving up.

Over to you Obaseki.

RIP to the dead.

The latter would not admit that Jenni slept over in his place. Neither would he admit that she had told him she would not be coming to work again.

'No idea, sir,' he answered.

By ten o’clock, Chief summoned Sam to his office.

'I've been trying all Jenni's lines, but none was going,’ Chief said. 'Even if she was sick, was it not proper that she get across to inform me? She's not yet at work, yet she remains incommunicado.'

Sam nodded. 'Maybe the battery of her phone was flat, or something. It's strange that she's not here and you've not heard a word from her.'

'Yeah, quite strange.' Chief shrugged.

'Anyway, let's leave that for now.' He paused briefly. 'Sam, there's a task for you.'
Sam drew closer to the boss' desk. 'What task, sir?'

The chief nodded and regarded Sam briefly. 'It's not a difficult task, but it is one that you must be very careful, as usual.'

Sam was very attentive as he listened.
The chief continued: 'One of the offices of our political opponents needs to be torched.'

'Torched?' Sam asked.

The chief stood up from his seat and moved to the window side. He could not stare through the window as he sometimes did as the curtains were all in place. In seconds, he was back on his well-padded, leather chair.

He opened his drawer and brought out a paper which he handed to Sam.

'Yes, the building should go up in flames, especially the upstairs. That's the address of the office. It's a storey building, a building with cream color. You're only to burn the building, don't take any life. After working hours, a security man guards the place. You have to neutralize him. Except he poses a great threat, don't eliminate him.

'Take some liters of fuel along and burn the place down. The operation must be carried out between tonight and the dawn of tomorrow. Take one or two of the boys along. That is your task.'

Sam nodded and studied the paper he had been given. The building in question was at Ojodu road, Ogba. He was used to that area and could mentally calculate around the place where the building would be, from the house number.

He nodded again. 'No problem, chief. Consider the task done.'

The chief too nodded. 'Yeah, I'm trusting that you will do a good job.'

He opened his briefcase and brought out a wad of one thousand naira notes. 'Use that for logistics. If it will not be enough, let me know. You can start with your background checks right away.'

Sam picked the money and pocketed it. He stood up. 'Consider the job done, chief. It's going to be a clean job.'

* * *

About an hour after Sam had left for the office, Jenni stood up from the bed to brush her teeth and have her bath.

She had only told him part of the truth when she said Chief Kashi was disturbing her with sexual overtures. The other truth was that she was scared the man was involved in diabolical things.

Jenni had only worked for him for about four months, but she was calling it quit despite the good pay. It was during this time that she had become acquainted with Sam. She could only hope that Sam was a complete gentleman that he appeared to be.
She knew that her boss would call her lines the moment he did not see her in the office, so she had switched off her phones. It was better that she did not speak with him for now.

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Saying things like this makes some followers to become very materialistic.


Jesus never said anything like this. All the early apostles never said a thing like this.


This is an unrealistic materialistic declaration.

RIP to the dead.

On a curious note the #blacklivesmatter demonstrations should be staged in Africa to protest blacks inhumane treatment to fellow blacks.

Even in the face of doubts it is important that Nigerians should take the safety measures seriously.

It will do no harm to do so.

Precautions matter a lot.

abyourna:
nice story

Thanks

That shooting is very embarrassing, to say the least.

Hmn, politics indeed is serious business.

Best of luck, oga Goodwin.

She rested for some minutes before, she went to the kitchen to cook the meal for the evening.

There were still some yams in there, and there were some eggs in the fridge. She peeled off the yams, cut them into slices and put them in a pot. It was when they were eating that she finally told him what had been nagging at her mind.

'I'll be stopping my work at the office from tomorrow, Thursday.'

He looked at her sharply. 'What d'you mean?'

'I'm not working for the chief or the company again.'

He was surprised. 'So, tell me, which new work have you got for yourself?'

Jenni shook her head. 'None for now.'

Again, he looked at her sharply. 'You mean you've not got another job and you want to quit this?'

She sighed and was silent. He held her left hand.

'Why d'you want to leave?'

She was silent for a couple of seconds more. 'It's for a personal reason,' she finally said.

He held her tighter. 'So personal you cannot share it with your heart-throb?'

She smiled wanly. 'Well, I guess I have no option than to tell you now. I'm leaving because I'm fed up with the pressures I'm receiving from him.'

His face wore a slight frown. 'Pressures? What pressures are you talking about?'

Jenni turned to face him squarely. 'It's just that I've not told you all this while. Chief has been pestering me for an affair. It has got to a point now that I just have to ease myself out of that place as I cannot bear his pestering anymore.'

Sam was indeed surprised. 'Really? Are you sure chief has been sexually harassing you all this while and you did not even tell me?'

She was emphatic in her answer. 'Yes, but that's over now. I'll quit and that will stop further harassment.'

He was still befuddled. 'But, is that enough reason for you to quit? Are you now losing your job just because of that?'

She stared at him. 'Are you saying you prefer that your babe should continue to be sexually harassed? Or are you even saying that I should give in to his demand?'

He quickly checked himself. Of course, he would not say she should cave in. All the same, he felt the reason she was giving him was not enough for her to quit.

'So, what will you be doing now? I mean, what will you be doing pending the time you will get a new job?'

She made a wry smile to reassure him. 'Don't worry about that. Between now and when the new job will come, I have saved enough money that will sustain me. I'll surely manage to get by.'

He wasn't totally convinced by her, but he felt there was no need to drag the issue again.

Jenni was with him that night. It was another night of passion. He scooped some wine over her boobs.

‘What are you doing, mister?’ she asked in a light mood.

‘Just wait and see.’

He liked the boobs, especially the nipples. That preceded the real act. From the ‘bishop style’, to the ‘doggy style’, he explored the sexuality as much as possible.

Jenni moaned and goaded him on him. They were soaked in sweats by the time it was all over.
The following morning, he was up by five to start preparing for work.

Since she would not be going to work, she didn't need to wake up at the time he did. When he was about to set out, he tapped her on the shoulder.

'Good morning, darling,' he greeted.

'Morning, dear. How was the night?'

He smiled. 'With you, it's always a beautiful night. Here's some money that you may need.'

He dropped some money on the stool by the bed side. 'I'm off.'

'Bye, dear.'

He kissed her good bye.

At this time of the morning, the traffic was very light. Within forty minutes, he was at the Ketu office where he worked.

Though he had the title Personal Assistant to Chief Kashi, Sam was involved in variety of tasks ranging from body guarding to doing some 'odd job' for the boss.

There was some risks involved but Sam always argued that there was no job without a risk. Besides, the pay was good. That lucrative part, no matter how odd the job was, mattered to Sam. It was past nine when Chief came into the office. He was surprised to see that his secretary had not come.

'Do you have an idea why Jenni is not yet in the office?' he asked Sam.

The latter would not admit that Jenni slept over in his place. Neither would he admit that she had told him she would not be coming to work again.

'No idea, sir,' he answered.

Seriously, this is seriously serious.

Ghanaian actress, Purfcie Conna, is under pressure to marry. But then, she’s not in any serious relationship at the moment.

However, the well-endowed script interpreter, who claims to be a virgin, has vowed to practice MouthAction once she is married.

Conna told Inside Nollywood in a telephone interview: “My parents are always pressurizing me over marriage. They are always ringing that in my ears. But I am not in any serious relationship at the moment. Though, I’m still a virgin and yet to experience sex, money turns me on. I hear MouthAction is good and important in relationship and marriage. When I start having sex, I’ll let my partner do all the orals in the world.”

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Though she and Sam had the same employer, Sam hardly stayed in the office. He was always on the move doing one hatchet man's job or the other for Chief Kashi. But to Jenni, Sam was a plain and upright guy.

'All went well,' he replied, grinning. 'How was the office too?'

'Fine.'

She would have loved to converse more with him but he was in no mood for conversation. That could wait, as far as he was concerned. He drew her to himself and planted a long kiss on her lips.

'You didn't even wait for me to rest,' she protested lightly.

'Rest? You'll have more than enough time to rest, my dear.' He pulled her to himself again and resumed the kiss. The hands too soon went to work, cuddling her boobs.

Jenni was slim but busty. That was what Sam liked. It was what attracted her to him in the first place, and one of the factors that would continue to do be the attractive points.

Besides, the boobs were jaunty and firm. The action soon progressed to the removal of clothes.

He fondled and smooched on the boobs, from left to right. Another thing about the boobs was that they were not just handful; they were shapely. He teased the nipples with his tongue until he could feel their tautness.

She goaded him on, playing the role of consensual lover.

He knew she couldn't be more than twenty-five, but sometimes age had nothing to do with shapeliness of a lady's boobs. Sam had seen different boobs of different shapes with ladies of different ages ranging from seventeen to fifty!

And the boobs he had seen had ranged from apple-like ones to water-melons-looking ones.
He kind of nibbled at Jenni's nipples, but he knew the pre-intimacy was only a preamble to the main act.

Sometimes, she wished he would just stop at the pre-intimacy. In fact, she enjoyed that more than the real sex. She knew he would never agree to stop at the pre-intimacy. She had once asked him to stop at that preamble level, but Sam had laughed and had scoffed it off.

'It's like putting delicious food in your mouth,' he had argued. 'After munching it, you now ask that I should not swallow it, but spew it out.'

That was the logic of Sam.

He went on to strip himself and due to her coolness, stripped her. It was a grilling adventure that ended after eight minutes. When it was over, he lay exhausted by her side on the bed.

She rested for some minutes before, she went to the kitchen to cook the meal for the evening.