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Creating political department will make the church become politically partisan. The department should not have been created in the first place.

There was a lounging room, a large sitting-room that was exquisitely furnished, and five bedrooms. In addition, there was a boys’ quarter that had three rooms.

A cook and a domestic servant were already there in the house. They welcomed me in deference. I realized that I was living a different life. I was happy for the difference. I went to the big sitting-room, flicked the 90-inch flat screen on and scanned the channels. Tosin came to meet me.

'Sir, I'm in the boys’ quarters, in case you need me.'

I smiled at her. 'Sit down, Tosin.

Remember, you're to keep me company. Besides, you've not told me about yourself.'

She picked a seat opposite me. 'I'm Tosin, and I'm here as your assistant.'

'I'm talking about your personal life, my dear. Tell me about yourself, not your job.'

'Well, if you must know, sir, I'm happily married.'

I was surprised. 'Really?'

Tosin burst into laughter. 'I'm married to my job!'

I laughed too. 'You got me there.'

The cook came to ask me what I would like to have for supper. I told her and she was back to the kitchen.

Tosin told me about her background, her childhood, schooling and how she was employed by the Ministry of Public Communications.

She had a man in her life, but was not too sure the man was serious about any future plans. The man was always suspicious of her, she said. After she had finished, I wanted to tell her about myself too.

'There's no need you tell me. I already know a lot about you,' she put in.

'What d'you know about me?'

She smiled briefly. 'You were the news editor of NewsNet. Married. Two kids. Recommended by your former boss, I.D Alfred to the Honorable Minister as Special Assistant.'

Again, I was surprised. 'How did you know all these?'

Tosin smiled. 'I was given a small dossier on you. It goes with the job.'

We chatted idly thereafter. I obviously seemed to enjoy her company. I mentally compared her with my wife. Unlike my wife, Tosin seemed adept at discussing topics of diverse issues, including politics. I could see that she combined beauty with brain.

About forty minutes later, the cook came to announce that the food was ready.

I insisted that Tosin and I should eat together. It was a sumptuous meal with chicken and turkey. After the food, we went back to the lounging room. I went to the shelf containing assorted wines, champagne and rum. She wanted to serve me but I insisted on doing it myself.

Two glasses were filled and we drank as if we were old friends. I was a man good at grabbing opportunity, even when it was obvious that I was taking advantage of the situation.

I further felt justified by the fact that Tosin had said she was to keep me company. Well, I felt I would be bored being alone in the four-bedroom bungalow, so I asked that she should continue to keep me company.

'Honestly, I enjoy conversing with you. It's as if I've known you for a long time.' I patted her cheeks. I was buoyed by her non-resistance to my overture. 'It's only a lifeless man that will not appreciate speaking to a beautiful lady like you.'

I sounded like I meant what I said. Her response was a giggle.


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“You’re ALL my girlfriends. the Pretty-Young-Things. now maybe I’m not technically your boyfriend or anyone else’s, but I DO belong to the club.”

“As our friend.”

“Let’s get real: I’m the only male. The rules are different. If I were to start dating somebody and spending time away from the club, feelings would get hurt.”

“Which is why we gave permission to Helen. We knew she wouldn’t try to take you away from us.”

“You’re just proving my point that the rules are different. If some guy wanted to hook up with Tonia, would he have to come ask your permission? Of course not. The simple fact that any girl needs to ask your permission to hook up with me proves I already belong to you.”

“Helen didn’t just get my permission. You can’t put this all on me.”

I shook my head. “She wanted permission from the club. I belong to ALL of you.”

“And you got permission. So it wouldn’t have been cheating.”

I snorted. “Just because a guy’s girlfriend gives permission for him to go flirt with another girl doesn’t mean she won’t get mad about it retroactively. Look me in the eyes, Uchechi, and tell me you wouldn’t feel a little hurt if Helen got my cherry. I saw the way you got up from the movie and stormed off. now maybe if I fell in love with one of the Pretty-Young-Things girls, we started dating, and finally took that next step, you’d understand. But not Helen.”

“Well...” Uchechi pursed her lips and avoided my gaze before admitting, “Okay maybe you’re right. But then that would still suggest there’s one of us that you’re in love with.”

“There’s not.”

“So what? You’re just gonna stay a virgin forever?”

I shrugged. “It’s not forever. At the very least, once we all finish high school and go off to college, everything will change and the Pretty-Young-Things as we know it will cease to exist.”

“So you’re gonna stay a virgin until next year?”

“Sure.” I shrugged. “that’s not such a long time, and it’s a fair price to pay for the special relationships I have with each of you.”

“But the idea that you’re saving yourself for the club isn’t fair to you. What if one of us decides to take matters into her own hands and breaks The Rule? that could ruin the Pretty-Young-Things, and I don’t want that. I think we’re all better off if you find a casual hookup outside of the club, like Helen. It’s not too late for you to change your mind. that girl will drop her panties and bend over for you in a heartbeat.”

“Maybe someday I will, maybe even sooner than next year, whether with Helen or someone else who catches my eye. I won’t know for sure what will happen until another hot girl throws herself at me. I’m just trying to wrap my head around what happened last night. Everything spiraled out of control so fast that I couldn’t handle it and I locked up.”

Uchechi frowned and pursed her lips. “So lemme get this straight: Helen put on the full-court press, you got overwhelmed, had a panic attack over the impending loss of your virginity coupled with a fear that you were somehow ‘cheating’ on the Pretty-Young-Things and got scared of the fallout, so you got cold feet. that about sum it up?”




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We began eating. I looked at Helen wondering if I was going to have to carry this conversation on my own.





CHAPTER NINE

“Helen, you didn’t answer my questions. What happened? You bring Josephine into the office for me to Bleep, you bend over for me to Bleep, hell, even Madam Faith keeps using me for her pounding and yet you are upset with Favor. I do not get it. Please explain it to me,” I asked.

Helen began, stuttering a bit trying to hold back tears, “Madam Faith owns me. I am her personal servant and more like her sex slave. Everything she wants from me she gets without question or objection. I brought Josephine in because I just knew that you would enjoy her as much as I have…Favor, well Favor is another story completely.”

I sat there puzzled still. “So, explain to me how Madam Faith ‘owns’ you?”

“Well, that’s kind of a long story,” Helen replied softly.

I looked around the restaurant. No one except Ruth and the short order cook behind the counter prepping something.

“We don’t have to be anywhere so keep going,” I suggested.

“Um, ok. Some years ago, I was in a horrible relationship with a guy. He was physically abusive, mentally abusive, and worse of all he had me have sex with all his friends, work buddies, and other random guys. I was raped repeatedly by his work buddies as he laid passed out from too much drinking. One night, that I really remember as if it was yesterday, they laughed and told me that I was going to ‘pull a train’. I ended up having hard painful sex with more than ten guys that night, that I can remember. They whored me out.

“They called their buddies who showed up. They tied me to the bedposts, stripped me of my clothes. They had their way with me and it hurt a lot. It still hurts. This went on for an entire night. They put duct tape over my mouth to keep me from yelling for help. When my ‘boyfriend’ woke up, he saw me having rough sex with two guys that he didn’t even know, as his friends had all left. He went into a rage calling me everything he could think of. He beat me within an inch of my life. He beat me so badly that one of the guys that was banging me called the police. When they showed up, he told them his side of the story and they arrested me. Here I was bleeding, battered, broken teeth, black eyes, dislocated shoulder and so much other stuff it pains me to just even think of that night,” Helen explained as tears rolled down her face like a river.

I was stunned. I didn’t know if I should even hear the rest, but I gently said, “Helen, if you want to stop here that’s ok. I understand.”

“No, no. I’m going to tell you how I got here. In jail, I met Favor. She heard my story and offered to take care of me and help me. That’s when I met Madam Faith. Favor and Madam Faith talked a bit. I couldn’t hear their conversation. Madam Faith posted my bail. They took me to the office. Cleaned me up. Called a doctor. Told me to lie down on one of the couches in Madam Faith’s office. I fell asleep. When I woke, there was a strange man with a black bag standing over me with a stethoscope listening to my heart and my breathing. Favor, Madam Faith, and the doctor all talked away from me. The next thing I knew Madam Faith had me give the doctor a Mouth Gig as payment for making a ‘house call’. Favor took me home with her. She let me live with her for a couple of months. Madam Faith hired me as her personal assistant.

“She made me sign a contract just like you did, only mine had a clause stating that I was property of Madam Faith and Niceties Escort Services company. Madam Faith explained to me that now she owned me. I was to do everything and anything she wanted, when she wanted, and how she wanted. I had no say in the matter. If I tried to quit, fight back, or run away she would find me and have me pull 10 trains a week. She called a big Ruffian guy into the office to prove to me that she could do it.




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That corper is only interested in chasing clout.

You better go and find out. Ignorance is no excuse.

JAMO84:
A traitor is a traitor, there's no another name for it.


I don't see anything that will make me drag any position with my current boss. I have had the opportunity to displace him on many occasions, headquarters was just waiting for me to make the move, but I refused. The man has been nothing but good to me, I am willing to wait for my time.



PDP SUPPORTERS LOVE OSINBAJO, BECAUSE THEY KNOW HE WILL BE EASIER TO BEAT THAN TINUBU

YOU ARE ON POINT.

seunmsg:
How is this a big deal? Anyway, only emotional and politically inexperienced Ipob wailers who see Tinubu everywhere they go see this as a big deal. In politics, we expect nothing, we expect everything.

On point.

Interesting times.

This is serious. APC will be smiling to the bank.

Whazar:
Another SW spoiler

Too many cooks spoil the broth.

Crime does not pay.

Once a jailbird, always a jailbird.

This is why violence is not good.

“You’d be giving your virginity to someone you didn’t really love,” Uchechi finished for me. “Hence all the questions about which one of us you’re in love with.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Helen said you said that.”

“I...” I fumbled, looking left and right at the steady flow of human traffic going by, oblivious to whatever might be going on in this quiet alcove. actually, people seemed to be deliberately avoiding looking at us, and once I realized how closely Uchechi was pressed up against me, I realized why.

There’s a reason people avert their eyes when they see a couple kissing in public. We’re trained to not involve ourselves in others’ intimacy. Uchechi had held my arm with both of hers for the entire walk here. and even now, I was hugging her to my chest so that our faces were only inches apart. I had done so for the purpose of keeping our volume down, but to everyone else, it must’velooked like we were making out or something.

Like any number of romantic couples at this school. Committed couples.

And it hit me. I realized why I couldn’t Bleep Helen. “It would have felt like cheating.”

“What?”

I hadn’t realized I said that last part aloud. “Uh, sleeping with Helen,” I explained. “It would have felt like cheating.”

“Cheating on who? You don’t have a girlfriend.”

“You’re ALL my girlfriends. the Pretty-Young-Things. now maybe I’m not technically your boyfriend or anyone else’s, but I DO belong to the club.”

“As our friend.”



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“Helen, we’re not married. We’re not even dating, in fact this MADAM BEE’S PLACE would be our first date. I don’t know what happened between you and Favor for you to be so angry at me and upset with her.

Which makes me wonder why is it ok for me to Bleep Josephine and have sex with Madam Faith at her whim? How do you find that ok, but not Favor? I’m lost here. Please explain,” I answered back as gently as I could.

There was a pregnant pause. Ruth arrived with our drinks and left again.

The silence was deafening. The college group got up, literally staggered to the cash register and began trying to put together enough money for the check.

“You’re some money short. Of course, plus my tip.” Ruth barked

I told Helen to be still, that I would be right back.

I got up and went over to the register. The college group was digging in their purses, pockets, opening their wallet us, looking everywhere for more money.

“Look, if you don’t have the money I’m going to have to call the Police.” Ruth barked at them again.

I walked up to the register and introduced myself. “Ruth, how much is their bill?”

“They’re short plus my tip” she replied icily

“Ruth, that’s not what I asked. How much is their total bill?” I asked again.

“Their check, ‘SIR’, is N7000.00.” Ruth said dripping the words with a tone.

“Fine, I’ll take care of their check plus your tip. Good enough?” I answered her with a sarcastic tone of my own.

I reached in my pocket and pulled out some N1000 bills I got from Mr. Balogun.

The young guys were stunned. They all asked me for my name and where could they send the money to me.

I gave them a generic business card from the escort company. I wrote my name on the back, thinking to myself that I will never see them again. But, I smiled and gave the card to a nice young lady who seemed to be sober enough to drive the group safely home. They asked, while Ruth was finishing the transaction, if I owned the escort company.

“Nope, I’m just the escort,” I replied smiling at them.

“No fuckin way” said one of the drunken guys.

Ruth put my change down on the counter. I picked up the change and walked away.

I walked back to the table where Helen and I were sitting. First thing I noticed was her smiling again. Well, that’s a step in the right direction, I thought to myself.

I sat down back on my side of the table.

“It’s nice to see you smile again. I was worried there for a few minutes,” I said to her.

Just then, Ruth showed up with our meal. She was so different now. She politely put our meals down on the table, offered ketchup, hot sauce, or more dressing for Helen’s salad. We declined them all, thanking her and she went back to one of the booths where she was rolling silverware.

We began eating. I looked at Helen wondering if I was going to have to carry this conversation on my own.





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ThrillPlus:
Nice work

Thanks.

How real is this story?

Well, if he is man enouh, let him go ahead and declare.

Say no to illegality.