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I finally hanged up, feeling more distressed than I was before. As usual, I returned to Abuja on Monday morning to continue with my work.

The following weekend, I could still not bring myself to telling Kike about my extra marital affair. Somehow, I prayed and hoped that something would happen and Yetunde would suffer a miscarriage again.

Now, that was a wicked thought, but I could not help having it.

Two months after Yetunde told me she was pregnant; I still did not tell Kike about it. Yetunde was on her own and was obviously resolute about keeping the baby.

I had found out where she lived but could not summon enough courage to visit her. By now, going by what she said, the pregnancy should be about four months.

By now, it would most likely be apparent that she was pregnant. Sooner or later, Kike would know. I decided that I would just have to tell Kike that weekend.

It was going to be the last weekend in October. It would be better if I should be the one to tell Kike rather than she hearing it from another source, I decided.

I was packing the clothes that I would be travelling with that afternoon when my cell phone rang. I was surprised to find Linda as the caller.

“Hello, Linda. It’s quite an age. How’re you?”

“Fine, you don’t even bother to call me again. Na wa o.”

She was quite right. After she had left Abuja, we had only called to each other thrice.

“I’m sorry,” I put in. “I’ve been quite busy. You know, it’s not easy to work for a senator of Federal Republic of Nigeria.”

“I understand. All the same, we shouldn’t allow the communication gap become so wide.”

I chuckled. “I agree. Henceforth, I will make amends.”

“Oh, that will be appreciated. By the way, I called because I need your help.”

“My help? How may I help you?”

She hemmed. “I have a niece that just got admission to University of Abuja. She’s yet to get accommodation, although she’s still processing it.

She needs a place to stay temporarily. I’m wondering if you can oblige her a stay in your apartment. It’s just for the time being.”

I didn’t even hesitate before I gave my answer.

“But that will be no problem. Sure, she can come around.”

“Oh, thank you so much. I know I can always count on you. She’ll be coming to Abuja on Monday. I’ll text her number to you. I’ll also give her your number, if she needs to call you. Her name is Edith.”


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From kissing, the involvement got to removing her pink top and the peach bra. Her boobs were moderate and well-rounded. I kissed, teased and sucked them. They became hard against the stimuli.

The full action commenced in earnest. We changed the style three times before climaxing. Later, when she was about to go, I gave her money for transport. It was much more that what she could pay for transportation, even if she rented a limo, but it was very convenient for me to tag it 'transportation fares'.

'Thank you, very much, Henry', she said. I accompanied her to the gate, waved her off and returned to the house.

'Kike,' I called the house maid.

She answered from her room, which was downstairs.

'What breakfast did you prepare?' I asked as soon as she came to sight.

'I'm yet to prepare any breakfast.'

'Get me toasted bread and beverages,' I told her.

'Okay.'

I went back upstairs to my room. The video was still playing, this time around another erotic movie. I let it be and lie on the bed. Now that my
ache had gone, I ought to go to work. The problem was I had no urge for work that day.

Several minutes later, Kike brought a tray of food inside. My breakfast was ready. She set the tray on a stool beside the bed. I sat up on the bed and drew the stool close to me.

'Have you eaten?' I asked her as I poured some tea from the jug to the mug.

'I'll eat when I get downstairs,' she replied.

I grinned. 'Why don't you join me?'

She smiled but did not say a thing. I had often played with her when nobody was around, or when we were together alone. It was the kind of
play people would see as 'extreme'.

And what kind of play was that? I played with her boobs. I had never had sex with her (well, that meant I still had some decency), but I had fondled her breasts on some occasions. Why I was crazy about breasts in particular and sex in general was something inexplicable to me. Kike
was our housemaid, yes, but I enjoyed teasing her nipples.

She was still hesitant. I pulled her to myself and placed her on my lap. I tried to imagine my mother barging in and seeing her sitting on my legs. I grinned at the thought. I would simply say I was playing with her.

She resigned herself to sitting where I had placed her to sit. She took one of the toasted bread. I took one too with my right hand while my
second hand wrapped her waist.

'I don't like the way you're treating me,' she said while munching the food. I was surprised to hear that. 'How was I treating you?'

She paused as if considering how best to answer the question. I rubbed her waist.

'Come on, how am I treating you?'

'You're treating me like a baby.'

Kike was twenty. According to her, she had done her SSCE about three years ago and her reason for coming to do housemaid job was to work for a year in order to raise some money. My mum had promised to be of assistance if she behaved well.

Now, sitting on my lap, I believed she had behaved well enough to get whatever help mum wanted to give her.


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I was brushing my teeth, preparatory to taking my bath, when a knock sounded on the bedroom door. With a towel tied at my waist, and the brush still in my mouth, I went to check who was knocking.

'Sorry, uncle,' Kike said. 'A lady is asking of you.'

'A lady? What's her name?'

'She said Florence.'

So fast? But then, I remembered that Maryland wasn't far from where I lived.

'Alright. Tell her to sit in the sitting-room downstairs. I'll soon be joining her.'

I went back to complete brushing my teeth, had my bath and wore jeans and t-shirt. I sprayed Hugo Boss perfume and went downstairs to meet
my guest.

'Hello, Florence,' I greeted. 'Sorry to keep you waiting.'

'Hi. It's okay.'

'Oh, please, what can I offer you?'

She shrugged. 'I'm okay for now.'

'Oh, no,' I said quickly. 'You're my guest and I should treat you right. Kike!'

'I'm coming,' Kike answered back.

I sat comfortably on the seat next to Florence. 'There's no way you'll come to my house and you'll not take anything.’

Kike soon came to the sitting-room.

'Get her something, for God's sake. Bring some juice in the fridge and a bottle of groundnuts.'

'Yes, uncle,' Kike answered and went to get the things I said she should get.

Unlike the previous night, I had a better view of Florence, now. She was a pretty one that should be in her early twenties.

'Sorry, I didn't get what you said you were into the other time,' I told her.

She smiled briefly. 'I said I'm a student.'

'At where, and what 're you studying?'

'At Uniben. I'm studying Accounting. We're at home courtesy of ASUU strike.'

I nodded. Nigerian students were always at the mercy of many extraneous forces.

Kike served her what I said she should be served.

'Get me a glass cup too', I told her.

Florence and I chatted over the drinks.

About twenty minutes later, I told her it was better we continued our conversation in my room upstairs. She seemed not to be averse to the
idea. I took her there.

'It's a nice room', she pointed out.

'Thank you.'

I switched on the flat screen, but was not interested in any of the channels. Rather, I inserted a flash to the flash drive. There were many
movies on the disk, but the one of interest to me was an erotic film.

There was a sofa in my room. That was where Florence sat, and that was where I sat too, close to her. We watched the movie in silence for a
while. I could see that it put the two of us in the expected mood. My left hand encompassed her shoulders. It was noteworthy that she neither
protested against my choice of movie nor my action of rubbing her shoulders.

The silence in the room continued, apart from the sound from the movie. I wasn't content with rubbing her shoulders. My right hand moved to her
chest and caressed the boobs. Then, we started the kissing game. I copied the action from the movie.

From kissing, the involvement got to
removing her pink top and the peach bra. Her boobs were moderate and well-rounded. I kissed, teased and sucked them. They became hard
against the stimuli.

I was surprised she hadn’t come home. Could she be so busy at work or could she have gone to visit someone? I saw a note on the center table. In eagerness, I picked it up to read the message.


Darling Henry,
I’ve decided to relocate to the flat given to me by dad. There, I hope to give the pregnancy the best of care. I will only come back to your house if you firmly promise to take care of me and the baby. For now, take care of yourself.
Yetunde.


I read the note again. This was unbelievable.

How could Yetunde hold on to her desire to keep the child? She wrote that she would only return to the house if I promised to take care of her and the baby, how could I make such a promise? Oh God.

I decided to call her and see if I could make one more effort to convince her to terminate the foetus. She picked her call after the fourth ring.

“Hello, Yetunde darling.”

“Hi, Henry.”

“How’re you?”

“Fine. Are you ready to make a promise to take good care of myself and our baby?”

I became depressed. “Not exactly.”

“What’s the meaning of that? Look, I hope you’ve not called to tell me any other thing. I don’t want to hear anything about abortion again.”

“Well, I …”

“Good night, Henry.”

She disconnected the line. This her stand was uncomfortable, to say the least. Maybe she would still change her mind, I decided. For the next two days, I didn’t hear anything from Yetunde.

On Friday afternoon, I decided to call her again. I felt I should not just ignore her like that. Surprisingly, her two numbers I had did not get through. Why was that? I had to try again, later.

I travelled to Lagos to rejoin my family. Kike didn’t know a thing about the ‘Yetunde matter’ yet, so mum was the word on it. I only wondered how long I would be able to keep the matter away from her.

I tried again to reach Yetunde. It was on Sunday afternoon I was able to reach her.

“I’ve been trying to reach since Friday,” I said.

“What happened to your lines?”

“Oh, don’t mind me. I misplaced my phones. How’re you?”

“I’m fine. I was kind of worried about you. Hope all is well.”

“Yes, no problem. You’re in Lagos?’

I sighed. “Yes.”

“Have you told her yet?”

I knew what she was referring to. “No, not yet.”

“Why? Why’re you wasting time? Are you scared? D’you want me to tell her?”

“You will do no such thing!” My voice had gone up. I tried to calm myself down. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell her myself. I’ll face that aspect.”

She giggled across the line. “The earlier you do that, the better.”

“I know. I know.”

I finally hanged up, feeling more distressed than I was before.

As usual, I returned to Abuja on Monday morning to continue with my work. The following weekend, I could still not bring myself to telling Kike about my extra marital affair.

Somehow, I prayed and hoped that something would happen and Yetunde would suffer a miscarriage again. Now, that was a wicked thought, but I could not help having it.


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It was my ringing phone that woke me up. At first, I ignored it, but it kept ringing. Oh, why was it that I would not be allowed to have my peace? The persistence became annoying, so I picked it up. Maybe I should switch it off after answering the call. The caller i.d revealed the name to be Florence. Now, who was Florence? I had many ladies' names on the phone, many of who I couldn't remember how they looked like until I saw them. Florence was probably just one of them.

'Hello?' I said into the mouthpiece.

'Hello. Is that Henry?'

'Yes, please.'

'This is Florence, the lady you gave a ride at Barracks bus stop, yesterday.'

I instantly became wide awake. Now, I remembered Florence.

'Yeah,' I said. 'How're you, Flo?'

'Fine. Just called to say hello.'

'Good of you.' I remembered her clearly now. Just yesterday, on my way from the club at Victoria Island, I saw her standing a bit off the Barracks bus stop at Surulere, Lagos. The slow traffic made me to see her on time as she stood by the road side. She briefly waved the car down and I stopped. She was going to Maryland while I was on my way home here in Ikeja. I had given her lift, chatted briefly with her, gave her my number and got hers.

I checked the clock in the bedroom and was amazed that it was already past nine.

'Are you busy this morning, Florence?' I asked.

'Not exactly.'

What did that mean? It was either yes or no.

'Okay, can you make it to my house? I want to treat you nicely.'

There was a short pause. 'You mean this morning?'

'I mean, now.'

Another short pause. 'Okay. What's the address?'

'215 Egunjobi Street, Ikeja G.R.A.'

'Okay, I'll come.'

I smiled to myself. 'Good, I'll be expecting you.'

I disconnected the line, yawned and stood up from the bed. I was at home today because I had earlier experienced some stomach upset. When mummy came to my room and still saw me tucked in bed, she had asked if I would not be going to work. My answer was that I had stomach ache. She had urged me to eat well and send Kike to buy some drugs. Then she had left the house for her business.

Daddy didn't know I was at home, and would probably not know until much later. At twenty-four, I was a graduate of electrical engineering of two years, and had been working at dad's architectural firm for about a year, right after my NYSC. Now, don't ask me the relevance of electrical engineering to architecture. That was where daddy wanted me to work.

I left the bedroom for the bathroom. The slight ache had gone and I could indulge in whatever caught my fancy. I was brushing my teeth, preparatory to taking my bath, when a knock sounded on the bedroom door. With a towel tied at my waist, and the brush still in my mouth, I went to check who was knocking.

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