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Whats the better alternative to sex abeg?

Ultimas:
Biola was grateful, and went home to her husband, who was impressed by the college-educated, somewhat stuck-up young boss of his wife's. He had had nothing good to say about Alfred, who he felt was an arrogant, privileged college boy, and Biola was constantly annoyed by her husband's blue-collar inferiority complex. She was glad that he was able to show some gratitude to her employer.
Alfred went home and thought about the situation.



Biola came into work after her short vacation. The situation hadn't yet improved, but their families had chipped in a little to support them. Her oldest daughter Henry, who was 17, had picked up a job at a superKoleet near them to try and pay for gas and maybe a bill or two.

Walking into the office, she wore a black suit jacket with light pinstripes, and a matching skirt that stopped right above the knees. Her white blouse underneath the jacket was open just enough to show a hint of cleavage. Her hair was down, and her shoes were high heeled. Again, she was hot.

Seeing her confirmed the decision Alfred had come to in his mind.

Opening the door to his office, he said “hey, Biola, when is my first appointment?”

“Not till 1 in the afternoon today Alfred. And by the way, thanks so much for the days off, I needed that,” she replied.

“No problem, that's a lot on your plate to deal with. I'm glad I've got time. Why don't you come in the office for a moment. I want to talk with you about something.”

He went back to his desk, and in a moment Biola had entered.

Here it is, Alfred thought, go time. He pulled a chair out for Biola, which she sat in, with a nod and smile for his politeness, and Alfred took his seat behind the desk.

“Biola, I've been thinking about your situation. I can't do much, but I've decided to give you a slight raise. Again, its not a whole lot, but its the best I can do now.”

What a nice young man, Biola thought. “What?! Thank you sooo much Alfred. You have no idea how kind this is of you.”

“This is a little impersonal, actually, let's sit on the couch instead.” Alfred got up and walked to a leather couch that was in the corner, Biola following.

As they sat down, Alfred sitting fairly close to his secretary, he said:
“Its not just me being kind. You're important to me. You do a good job coordinating appointments, keeping records, and helping me organize.”

Biola was flattered and was about to thank him when he said,
“And besides, you're hot enough to keep my clients coming back.” Which he followed with a big smile, that Biola, who was somewhat blown away, took to be a joke.

She laughed a little, then proceeded to thank him.

“Thank you so much Alfred, really, you're too kind, and I appreciate the raise more than you know. If there is anything my family or I can do...”

Hot? That was flirty. It was just a joke. Or was it? I've seen him check me out before...Well, whatever his reason's for giving me a raise, because he's nice, or thinks I'm hot, or both, or whatever, I needed that. I may get through this month fine since....

Her thoughts were interrupted by Alfred saying, “Well, I like to think I'm kind...but the truth is I'm pretty self serving sometimes. I want to help you, but at the same time, I want to get something else too.”

As soon as he said that, Biola, who was no fool, had an inkling of where he was going.



Nothing Goes For Nothing: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/nothing-goes-for-nothing/44852

kweensheba:
I was probably asleep for a couple of hours when my cell phone rang. I reached over, it, still feeling half asleep. I looked at the phone and saw it was Tinu calling.

“Uncle Mike,” she said.

“Yes, how's it?”

“I don’t know”, she replied, “I just can’t sleep, "

"What happened?"

She said after Jimi had dropped her off at their home, he left to go out again and had not returned. Now, she had tried to call him but he could not be reached.

I looked at the clock. It was 1:44 in the morning.

“Well, there's nothing to worry about," I put in kindly. "All will be well. Go to bed and worry over nothing."

She seemed rest assured, thanked me and said good night.


* * *


When day broke, I got myself busy. The day flew by and I got a lot accomplished. That evening I went to a good restaurant, got a lot of take out and went back home. I took a quick shower, then sat down to eat and watch TV. About five minutes later my phone rang and once again it was Tinu on the line.

I actually debated on whether to answer the phone or not. I really was not up to being the considerate listener tonight. But after two more rings, I decided to pick up.

“Hello, Tinu, what’s up?”

“Would you like to go out and have something to eat?”

I told her I had just got back from a restaurant and had a lot of food in the house. Before I could say anything else, she quickly put in: “Oh, then I will join you, "

I couldn’t say anything else. “Sure, no problem. You are welcome."

“I’ll be right over," Tinu said.

About thirty-five-five minutes later, the doorbell rang and it was Tinu. As she passed me in the open door, I immediately smelled a fresh, powdery fragrance, with a slight hint of perfume. I figured she was just out of the shower. She had on jeans and a “T” shirt, something which I have rarely seen her wear.

I got her a small tray and set her up on the end of the sofa with a plate. We watched TV ate and chatted for a good while. The program went off at 8 p.m., and there wasn’t much else coming on.

“How about some wine?” Tinu asked.

I told her the bottle we had opened earlier in the week was in the fridge in the kitchen.

“Great”, she replied, ambled to the kitchen and was back with two glasses in no time. We talked for a while about her job, family and whatever else I could think of to keep the conversation off Jimi. Then, right out of the blue, she blurted out: “Uncle Mike, can I ask you a really personal question?"

I thought for a second, then hesitantly said: “Well, why not? You're free to ask.”

She took a deep breath, looked a bit fidgety, then asked, “Have you ever had sex since my sister died?”

I was thrown off balance. Now, that was the last question I anticipated. “Well, no. Not yet, "

She seemed kind of surprised. “You mean its been almost two years since you had sex?”




A Strange Love: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/a-strange-love/44750