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If the NCDC officials are serious, they can still do the test in Abuja.

She brought the meal in a tray. She had fried some plantain and she had fried some eggs.

They smelt tantalizing. The taste was not bad, although the eggs appeared a bit salty. As I ate, she sat opposite me at the dinning-table.

“What d’you say to my cooking?”

I smiled. I would not discourage her, so I would not tell her that the fried eggs were quite salty.

“It’s very delicious,” I said.

She smiled. “Seriously?”

I nodded. “Seriously.” Then, I stared at her. “What about you? Are you not eating?”

She shook her head. “I ate before you came.”
She allowed me to eat the meal in silence.

After the food, I fetched a bottle of fruit wine and two glass cups, filled the glasses, handed her one and sat in the sitting-room together.

“Aunty said you’re married,” she said.

What a way to start a conversation! “Yes,” I answered. “I’m married with a child, and the second one is on the way.”

If I should consider Yetunde’s pregnancy, then it would be the third one was on the way.

“So, what is it to be married?”

I breathed in deeply. “It’s exciting, but it has its ups and downs.”

She nodded. “Aunty also said you work for a senator.”

I nodded. Linda must have told her a lot about me. “That’s right.”

Still sipping my drink, I stretched out on my legs. Edith did the same next to me, her hand shading her eyes as she stared at the television. Voices of the actors and actresses filled the sitting-room.

It was relaxing as we drank, chatted and watched the movies on the television. At a time, she excused herself and went to the toilet. When she came back, she sat closer to me.

Tentatively, I put my right palm on her thigh, rubbing gently.

The hand stayed on her bare thigh. It affected the course of my thoughts, bringing awareness of how slender and firm her legs were, and how soft and silky her skin was. It also revealed how warm her body warm was.

Edith’s legs reminded me how young she was, and that appealed to me strongly. I caressed the top of her thigh slowly until I could feel the first tingle of blood as it began to flow through the groin, warming up an erection.

When I removed my hand, Edith moved closer to me, looking straight at my face, and smiling softly. Her dark exotic eyes studied mine, then studied my mouth.

She touched my lips very softly with the pad of her index finger, tracing the edges.

I smiled at her. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you since I came in this evening.”

Edith shuffled closer, her body settling against my side. Her knee eased over my leg. I slipped an arm behind her and she rolled partially onto me, her small breast pressing to my chest.

A sweet partial smile formed on her lush lips, her eyes locked on mine. She moved closer. Her breath, clean and warm, washed against my face.

It’s an intense experience and, for me, made more so by the fact that this was with an eighteen-year-old girl. I was enchanted by her. I hadn’t experienced very hard erection like this for a long time. I bent and kissed her, my hands sliding down under her t-shirt to cup her nubile ass.

She tasted like salty, raw beef. Her small tongue teased. I held two of the sexiest little buttocks in my palms, and just like that, I was seriously Hot, desire and loose morals rushing through me.

Tongues teased sensually. I had a vision of lifting her, of Edith wrapping her legs around my waist, and me carrying her off to bed.

She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were nicely outlined by her t-shirt.


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This is more like medicine after death.

The affected workers should brace up and move on with life.

RIP to the dead.

Stay safe.

Nice update

Corruption!

Lord will have mercy on Nigeria.

The man TRIED.

Nice update.

It is a good move. A government that really has empathy for her citizens will not find it difficult to do.

People must still observe all precautions.

#Stay Alive

Interesting.

Good to hear that a Nigerian is doing us proud.

Keep it up, brother.

Sorry but I have a feeling her love for you will soon go down the drain.

Desperate people.

Must they still move around at this time?

Hmn.

Sanwoolu was on course.

Hope the Federal government has learnt its lessons.

Leadership is not easy.

Congrats to him.

This is a personal advice: do not try to usurp the roles of your superiors.

Life is full of mysteries.

It is a mystery that some people don't believe that life is mystery.

I rest my case.

I told her the street and the area.

‘Interesting. Are you on your own or still living with your parents?’

‘I’m living with them,’ I answered.

She nodded. ‘That means you’re still a kid.’

I didn’t like that remark, but didn’t say anything.

‘Anyway,’ she went on, ‘there are some rooms in the boys quarters of this building. You can pick a room there. Anytime there’s meeting up till late
in the night, you can sleep there.’

I nodded. ‘Thank you, ma’am.’

There were no more interesting events for the rest of that day, but I noticed that the senator kept receiving visitors upon visitors until he left
around three p.m. I was back in the office I shared with Titi and Rasheed, but the duo soon told me they would be going to Surulere for another
meeting.

I was amazed that they would be attending yet another meeting. I remained in the office till few minutes after four, mostly watching the cable
news from the flat screen. I popped inside Ms. Davies’ office.

‘Well done, ma’am. Sorry, what’s the closing time?’

She grinned. ‘No fixed closing time. Sometimes, you can go home by four, and sometimes, you’ll remain in office till ten in the night.’

I nodded. Since I didn’t have any other thing to do that day, that meant I could close. Ten minutes later, I closed and went to bid her good
night.

‘Do you have a ride?’ she asked.

‘Yes, but I didn’t bring it today.’

‘If you don’t mind, wait for another fifteen minutes or so, I can give you a lift to Ikeja.’

I smiled. ‘That will be appreciated.

So, I had to go back to the office I used and waited for her. Thirty minutes later, she called me that she was ready. I took my folder and we
went out of the building. Her car was the Lexus jeep in the car park. She unlocked the car and I went to the passenger’s side. She drove slowly
like somebody who was still learning or who was not used to Lagos traffic.

‘So, where were you working before you joined us?’ she asked.

‘I worked at Alashe and Associates, a firm of architects.’

She nodded. ‘How old are you?’

I grinned and told her.

She nodded again. ‘I have a daughter in the university.’

My eyes popped out briefly. ‘Really?’

She must have noticed the surprise in my tone. ‘Yes. And why’re you surprised? You don’t expect that at my age, my daughter should be in the
day care, do you?’

No, I didn’t. All the same, I didn’t expect that she would have a grown-up already attending a university. ‘No, I did not,’ I answered.

‘Bisola is twenty and studying biochemistry at University of Lagos, Unilag. She wanted to study medicine but had to settle for biochemistry.’

I nodded. It was not unusual to hear that.

‘I stayed at the G.R.A too,’ she went on.

Again, I was surprised. ‘Really?’

‘Yes. Senator Osho gave me the two-bedroom flat to stay. It’s one of the benefits of working for the senator.’

I nodded. I could see that indeed, the senator was generous to her.


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