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kweensheba:
She smiled ruefully and shrugged. “I don’t like boyfriend.”

For a young lady to say that, she must either be a die-in-the-wood Christian or she was what I suspected she was. I smiled too.

“We can be friends,” I said and winked at her. “I mean good friends.”

She nodded.

“You’re beautiful. That will be fantastic.”

I was now almost convinced, but not totally. After the meal, she cleared the table. I could hear the water running as she washed the plates and bowls. After a couple of minutes, she came back to the sitting-room. She sat on the two-seater that she was sitting before. I gave her a minute and went to sit beside her there.

“Your hair is beautiful,” I said, tentatively touching her attached hair.

She smiled at me. “Yours is beautiful too, aunty.”

"Call me Kween.”

She nodded. “You’re beautiful, Kween.”

My hand moved from the hair to the base of her neck. Softly, I caressed the part. She didn’t cringe away. Neither did she make a repugnant face. I smiled again. I had got the proof I needed.I caressed the neck more and she purred. I slid my right hand to her short skirt and to her thigh.

Omon rocked a little as I squeezed and kneaded the warm silky flesh of her thighs. She did not just sit down there like a doll. Her hands came straight for my boobs and squeezed them. The moment she did that, I felt excitement all over my body. I could feel a thrilling little pulse that seemed to shoot up and create a delightful tingle in my nipples.

When I looked at her face, I knew that she was enjoying every part of this act as much as I did. I could see what I recognized as blissful expression on her face. Distantly, I could hear the outside gate open. Moments later, her phone started to ring and we had to stop our frolicking.

She removed the phone from her bag.“It’s mum,” she said.I had thought as much.

“Answer the call.”

She nodded. “Hello, mum.”

Even from outside, I could hear her voice.

“Omon, where’re you?”

"I’m at the new tenant’s flat.”

“I’m back.”

“Okay, mum. I’m coming.”

She cut the line and looked at me wistfully.

“Sorry, we will have to continue another time.”

"I understand.”

Briefly, we kissed fully on the lips and she left.I sighed as I watched her go. If there was anything I hated, it was the abrupt end to a passionate moment. I suddenly shrugged. Omon had just come to Lagos and we would still have the opportunity of having intimate moments together.

Where Omon had stopped, Richard would continue, I decided.But I was disappointed that evening. I didn’t know when I slept off in the sitting-room, still waiting for him. By the time I woke up, it was few minutes to two o’clock in the morning. I decided not to go and knock at his door that late hour. He was the one who came to knock on my door few minutes after five p.m.

“Good morning, my beautiful baby,” he greeted.

“Good morning. What ...?”

He didn’t let me complete the sentence.