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Eno sat opposite me while the girl left us alone.

'You asked me to tell you about myself the other time,' she began.

'Yes, I did.'

She smiled. 'Now, I'll do so briefly.

I became interested.

'I'm single, never married, but have two children. Just like Biola, I also have a business. I run a boutique at Allen Avenue and I have another one at Awolowo Road Ikoyi. This house is one of my inheritances from my late father.'

I nodded. 'That's interesting.'

She smiled briefly. 'I have two siblings - Anita and Dave. He too is based in the U.S.A and the house in Ikoyi Crescent belongs to him.'

I nodded again, finding her short story interesting.

'We're only three, and I'm the second of them. Anita, of course is the youngest.' She stood up. 'Now, let me see how far Koko has gone with the cooking.'

I sighed as I watched her leave. She and Eno were products of high class family who had a lot of money but didn't know what to do with it. That was why they could afford to pay a man in dollars in exchange for unbridled sex. I was however glad about their choice, as I was a beneficiary.

Few minutes later, Eno was back.

'The food would soon be ready,' she said.

'No problem.' I finished my drinks and sat back relaxingly on the chair.

Just then, Koko came with a big silver tray that contained food.

'Let's go to the dining table,' Eno said. We went there and she motioned me to a seat.

The meal was wealth with edikaikong soup. There were also beef and fried chicken to go with it.

I ate to my satisfaction, even before Eno urged me to eat more.

'Eat well o,' she said. 'Eat very well so that you can do your task very well.' she winked at me.

I winked back as I perfectly understood what she meant. I must commend the food. It was very delicious. I couldn't remember the last time I took soup as tantalizing as this. After the meal, we watched the television for some time before moving up to her bedroom. It looked very similar to Biola's room.

Eno too was a good arranger as all her clothes were tucked inside the wardrobes. She was uninhibited as she gave all to me in the sex game. I had to do the same thing to her, kissing, sucking and licking all that she asked me to do.

She was almost insatiable. Even after the coital acts, she would ask me to hold her lovingly.

'Tell me sweet things,' she said.

I grinned. 'Well, to start with, I think you're a beautiful woman.'

'Think? You only think so?'

'Not only think,' I replied. 'You're indeed a beautiful woman.'

'Hmn hmn.'

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The line went dead. Well, at least, I had been able to temporarily disable trouble from Bisola. But my main worry was Kike. Anyway, things would sort out themselves. On Saturday morning, I planned how best to handle Yetunde during her visit. I decided neither to be hostile nor to be warm towards her. When she got the message that I didn't love her, she would be the one to opt out of further relationship.

Few minutes to noon, Yetunde called me.

'Good morning, Henry. How're you?'

'Fine. How're you, too?'

She laughed over the line. 'Well, we thank God. How do I get to your house?'

I gave her the address and how to get to the place.'

'Okay, see you.'

About twenty minutes later, she called again. 'I'm at the gate of your house.'

'Okay. Just hold on.' I left my house which was one of the two flats on the ground floor and went to the gate. I first opened the pedestrian gate to see if she had come with a car or not.

'Hello, Yetunde, I greeted.

'Hello, dear.'

She was standing by a Toyota Land Cruiser. She turned to the driver.

'Alright, you can go for now. Come and pick me tomorrow morning by eight.'

My mind was thrown into disarray. I thought she had only visited briefly. I never thought she would want to sleep over. The driver nodded, engaged the gear of the car, and drove away.

I led Yetunde to my flat. She examined the living-room and nodded.

'It's quite a nice place,' she said.

'Thank you, please sit down and make yourself comfortable.'

But she would not sit down. 'How many bedrooms, altogether?' she asked.

'Two.'

'I want to see them.'

Now, that was Yetunde, for you. She had not even settled down, but she wanted to inspect the rooms. I took her to my bedroom.

'We will have to change the bed,' she said. 'It's too low.'

She held my right hand.

'Let's see the kitchen.'

I nodded and took her to the kitchen.

'This kitchen is too small,' she fretted. 'How could they make the kitchen so small like this?'

'I think it's okay,' I said.

'Ah, no o,' she quickly answered. 'This place cannot contain many things. Where will the freezer be? What about the laundry machine? What about microwave oven, blender and dish washer? And the cupboards are too small!'

I sighed as I didn't know what else to say.

'Anyway, let's go inside and talk heart-to-heart.'

She had guts, didn't she? She was supposed to be a 'guest' in the house, but she was the one dictating the pace!


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I didn’t like the way he referred to Kike as ‘common house maid.’ He was too condescending there. Then, he called it ‘building on sand’. I disagreed with him.

Yes, Kike did not have an affluent background, but she had intelligence, decency and wisdom. I had no doubt that even if she was not seen as asset yet, she would soon become one.

‘But, what about love, dad? I can’t just marry someone I don’t love.’

'You will love her,' dad said. 'Yetunde is a pretty and respectable lady. By the time you get to know each other much better, you'll see how loveable she is.'

Mum stared at me. 'Don't worry, Henry, dear. 'I'm sure your dad is right. By the time you and Yetunde know each other much better, you'll see that she'll be a very good wife for you.'

I didn't agree with the two of them, but I decided not to press the issue further.

'Any time she visits you in your flat, which will be very soon, treat her well,' dad said. He stood up. 'Have a nice weekend, Henry. I want to relax in my room for now.'

'Okay, dad.'

He left mum and me in the sitting-room. I turn to her.
'Mum, do you really think this will work?'

She smiled benignly at me. 'Why don't you give it a trial first?'

I sighed. My mind went to Kike. How would I tell her about this? How would she feel? I shook my head. I was seriously at a crossroad.

Some minutes later, the new housemaid came to inform that dinner was ready. I ate before I left for Lawanson. Even as I drove to my apartment, I kept mentally comparing Yetunde with Kike. Any day, my choice would be the latter. But I decided for now, I would play along with the wishes of my parents and the senator. I got home and switched on the television. I put it on a movie channel, but my mind was barely following the story. Few minutes to ten, Bisola called.

'Hello, love,' she greeted.

'Bisola, how're you?'

'I'm cool. Be expecting me over there tomorrow morning.'

I had to think fast.

'Sorry, I won't be around tomorrow,' I lied.

'What! We will you be?'

'Something came up and I have to take the first morning flight to Abuja.'

'Oh, no. Just when I thought the weekend will be groovy. When will you be back?'

I paused slightly. 'I don't know yet.'

'Oh. Alright. Let me know when you're back.'

I sighed. 'Okay.'

The line went dead. Well, at least, I had been able to temporarily disable trouble from Bisola. But my main worry was Kike. Anyway, things would sort out themselves. On Saturday morning, I planned how best to handle Yetunde during her visit. I decided neither to be hostile nor to be warm towards her. When she got the message that I didn't love her, she would be the one to opt out of further relationship.

Few minutes to noon, Yetunde called me.

'Good morning, Henry. How're you?'

'Fine. How're you, too?'

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By seven p.m., I was at our Ikeja home. Dad had not yet come, but mum was around. I gave mum a bear hug.

'This your new job is paying off,' she said. 'See how your cheeks are coming out.'

We laughed briefly. Dad did not come until eight o'clock. In the large living-room, dad, mum and I sat to discuss private matter.

'It's something we should have told you before now,' dad began. 'But we decided to wait until she is about to complete her education. Now, the
time is ripe.'

I was in the dark about what dad was talking about, so I kept quiet.

'She will be finishing her course this year, so this is the best time to say it. You know Yetunde, the daughter of the senator, don't you?'

'Yes, dad.'

'She has just finished from Covenant University this year. This is the time for the two of you to become very familiar.'

I clouded my face. 'I don't understand, dad. Very familiar, as how?'

'Yes, let me explain things to you. Her father, the senator, has been my childhood friend, long before he ever dreamt of joining politics or
becoming a senator. Ever since you were a baby, I had an agreement with him that you, my son, will marry her daughter. He has already told
Yetunde and she says no problem. Now, I'm telling you. We want you to take Yetunde as your wife, to further foster the relationship between us.
That's why we wanted to see you.'

I opened my mouth in wonderment. I could simply not believe what I was hearing. I looked from dad to mum, who just sat down beside her
husband quietly.

'I can't believe what you're saying, dad,' I said. 'How could you be making arrangement for who I will marry behind my back, I mean without my input?'

'It's for your own good, Henry. It's for the family.'

I shook my head. I knew Yetunde, alright, but I never fancied her becoming my wife. She was pretty but very saucy, in addition to being
arrogant. Was that the one I would take as wife?

'I don't love her, dad,' I said. 'I don't love her and I don't want her as wife.'

'Listen to me, Henry,' mum came in. 'Love is not always what we think it is.’

'Love grows over time,' dad interrupted her. 'It's not something so sudden. It's not like the infatuation you have for Kike.'

I was surprised to hear that. How did he know about my feelings for Kike? I looked at my mum and what I saw in her eyes told me that she was
the one who told dad about it.

‘Love is based on something solid,’ dad went on. ‘Not on abstract. Marrying Yetunde is like building on a rock. Marrying the common housemaid
(he had emphasized the word, ‘maid’) is like building on sand. Can’t you see the difference? Which one is better? Is it to build on rock, or to build
on sand?’

I didn’t like the way he referred to Kike as ‘common house maid.’ He was too condescending there. Then, he called it ‘building on sand’. I
disagreed with him. Yes, Kike did not have an affluent background, but she had intelligence, decency and wisdom. I had no doubt that even if
she was not seen as asset yet, she would soon become one.

‘But, what about love, dad? I can’t just marry someone I don’t love.’


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Before she got down from the car, she said something I found irksome: 'I think the earlier we get married, the better. I don't want any other lady to snatch you away from me. I can't bear losing you.'

She kissed me goodbye and disembarked from the car. Now, why was it that it was when I told Kike about marriage that Bisola too was bringing forth the matter?

Anyway, I would keep telling her I would pray about it and, finally, I would come with the answer that God did not give me the go ahead. That
should be simple enough, shouldn't it?

It was Monday morning that Kike finally called me.

'I've seriously prayed about it,' she said. 'The Lord said it can be.'

'Really? Does that mean your answer is yes?'

'I’m not too sure. But to me, personally, the answer is yes.’ '

'Hmn, that's Kike, my baby.' I found myself getting excited.

But that was ironic. At the back of my mind, I believed she should be the one to get excited because I proposed to marry her. Why was I
behaving over her like this?

'But, there's a clause,' she went on.

I became alert. 'What clause?'

'I was made to understand the there's a thorn in your flesh that must be got rid off, if everything is to go well.'

I caught my breath. 'A thorn in the flesh? What is that thorn in the flesh?'

'That is what you really have to pray about. Are you ready to turn your life to Christ? Doing that will help you attain what you desire, especially
about me.'

I breathed in deeply. It was interesting to note that my dear Kike was sermonizing. I briefly considered what she said. The 'thorn' she was
referring to, I had no doubt, was my lust for sex. I had options before me. If I wanted a wild, sex life, Bisola would perfectly fit in, but I wanted
such a life no more. I preferred to go with cool Kike, and that would mean I had to drop 'the wild' aspect.

'I will pray for you,' Kike was saying. 'I love you and I really want to be your wife, but we have to pray.'

I felt lifted by her words. 'Alright, Kike. Don't worry, things will work out well.'

If I wasn't very sure before, now I was certain that I was in love with her. It didn't matter that she was our house maid. It didn't matter that my parents were the ones sponsoring her education. I was now fully convinced that Kike was the lady for me. The following morning, Tuesday, I took early morning flight to Abuja to work at the Abuja office. By Friday afternoon, I was back in Lagos. Kike and I were now in touch every day. Now,

I loved to hear her voice. I even had to persuade her to send her accounts details to me so that I would send some money to her. A couple of hours after I arrived Lagos that Friday afternoon, Dad called me.

'I want you to come to Ikeja this evening,' he said. 'There's a matter we need to discuss.'

'Okay, dad.'

By seven p.m., I was at our Ikeja home. Dad had not yet come, but mum was around. I gave mum a bear hug.

'This your new job is paying off,' she said. 'See how your cheeks are coming out.'

We laughed briefly. Dad did not come until eight o'clock. In the large living-room, dad, mum and I sat to discuss private matter.

'It's something we should have told you before now,' dad began. 'But we decided to wait until she is about to complete her education. Now, the
time is ripe.'

I was in the dark about what dad was talking about, so I kept quiet.



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Helen. She had made it a habit now to be following to my home after close of work. She would then stay with me till about nine o'clock before she would leave for her parents' house. I didn't want Helen to see Eno in my house as that would lead her to know what she should not know. I had to think fast. I decided that I would tell Helen that I needed to see a client at Iyana Ipaja. That was what I did. The money I had given her softened what could have been a cool reaction. She knew my going was for business. When I left office at six, I drove home state. It was well past eight when drove inside the compound.

'Hello, sweetie,' she greeted. I could see now that she was taking the relationship very personal. I didn't mind that.

'Hello, darling,' I replied. I gave her a peck.

'Are you set?' she asked. 'Take the clothes you'll be wearing tomorrow along as you'll be sleeping overnight.'

i hadn't thought of that before. 'No qualms,' I said and went to the bedroom to take a shirt and a pair of trousers in my small bag I would go with.
I locked my apartment and joined her in her car. Today, she brought another car, a Mercedes C class.

I wondered where she lived but there was no need I bothered myself as I would soon know the place. She drove to Ikeja G.R.A and soon parked
in the large compound of a duplex.

'Welcome to my home,' she said.

I got down from the car and briefly looked about the surrounding. I could see the jeep she had driven to my house the other time, and two other
cars. This woman surely lived big.

'Come on,' she said. 'Let's go inside.'

I followed her inside the house.

'Welcome, ma,' a girl greeted. She should be around twenty years of age, and at a guess, she should be one of her relatives.

'Yeah, Koko,' she answered. 'Have you finished cooking? I'm famished.'

'it will soon be done, ma,' the girl answered.

She led me to a big sitting-room.

'Sit down, Steve.'

I mumbled my thanks and comfortably sat down.

'Give my guest drinks to take,' Eno ordered the retreating girl.

'Yes, ma.'

I looked around the room. I could see the life portrait of Eno. I could also see the laminated pictures of two children, a boy and a girl. That
meant she had children, but where was the man who was supposed to be the head of the family?

She smiled as she saw me gaze at the pictures. 'Those are my children,' she said. 'Of course, they're grown up now. The boy is in the boarding
house while the girl is around.'

I smiled and nodded. 'They're beautiful children,' I opined.

'Let me go and change. I'll be back.' She stood up and went to the staircase.

The girl she had called Koko soon came with a tray containing minerals. She set it on a stool by my side.

'Thanks,' I said.

I was soon left alone. I took time to study the place more as I took my drinks. After several minutes, I could hear footsteps coming from the
head of the staircase.

'Come and say hello to my guest and friend,' I hear Eno say. She came down to the sitting-room, closely followed by a well-fed, chubby-looking
girl that couldn't be more that fourteen.

'This is Gloria, my daughter,' she introduced. She turned and smiled at her daughter. 'Gloria, meet Uncle Steve, my good friend.'

'Hi, Uncle Steve,' she greeted.

'Hello, Gloria. How d'you do?'

'I'm fine.'

Eno sat opposite me while the girl left us alone.

'You asked me to tell you about myself the other time,' she began.

'Yes, I did.'

She smiled. 'Now, I'll do so briefly.'

I became interested.

'I'm single, never married, but have two children. Just like Biola, I also have a business. I run a boutique at Allen Avenue and I have another one
at Awolowo Road Ikoyi. This house is one of my inheritances from my late father.'

I nodded. 'That's interesting.'


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Within thirty minutes, Bisola got to my flat.

'Hello, love,' she greeted.

'Hello, dear.'

We kissed briefly. Today, she was wearing jeans trousers and a blue t-shirt. She looked pretty in them.

'So, how's the weekend?' she asked.

'Let's just say we thank God,' I replied.

She came to sit on my legs and to rub my chest, but the last thing on my mind was sex.

'When are you planning to do wedding?' she asked.

I was surprised by the question.

'What wedding?'

'Our wedding.'

I nearly burst into laughter. How presumptuous! Did I ever tell her about wedding?

'I'm not thinking about any wedding,' I answered.

'But we can't remain single forever,' she pointed out. 'I'll be graduating next year and within two years of graduating, I will love us to have the
wedding.'

I was bemused. Surely, she was thinking in error if she imagined that I would take her to the altar.

An idea suddenly occurred to me. 'I will pray about it,' I said.

She looked at me sharply and incredibly. 'What did you say?'

'I said I will pray about it,' I repeated.

She looked at me curiously and burst into laughter. 'Oh dear. But then, no problem, I won't mind marrying a pastor!'

I knew she was trying to pooh pooh the import of what I said, but then, she would not be getting any commitment from me.

'Why're you so cool, today?' she asked.

'Cool?'

'Yes. I'm sitting on your lap and you've not even touched me.'

'Oh.' I grinned. 'I'm a little bit down.'

‘Don't be down o. I'm here now, so, you shouldn't be down.'

I nodded. She was quite right. She was with me, so why must I be down? I knew it was Kike's matter that was making me to be down, but that
was unnecessary. I decided to consider my situation as a bird in hand being worthier than two in the bush. It was succinct: Bisola was the bird in
hand. I managed to respond to her by cuddling her body. Right there in the sitting-room, we had each other. Bisola remained in my apartment till
the following day, Sunday.

'This is one of the most exciting weekends I have ever had,' she gushed. I drove her back to her campus as it had become habitual of me.

Before she got down from the car, she said something I found irksome: 'I think the earlier we get married, the better. I don't want any other lady
to snatch you away from me. I can't bear losing you.'

She kissed me goodbye and disembarked from the car. Now, why was it that it was when I told Kike about marriage that Bisola too was bringing
forth the matter?


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There was a pause.

'There's something I should have told you which I haven't.'

'Really? What's that?'

'I love you.'

There was a slight pause in communication, then she burst out laughing.

'But you've said that before.'

'Not only that,' I quickly put in. 'Kike, I want to marry you.'

There was silence such that if a pin had dropped, we would hear the sound.

'Hello? Hello?'

No response.

'Hello? Kike, are you still there?'

The only answer I got was a sound from the phone indicating that the call had been terminated.

I hissed and quickly re-dialed her number. Surprisingly, I could not get true. What was this? Could she too be making efforts to call me back?
After making few more attempts, I stopped. Maybe she would call back, I reasoned. Ten minutes later, she did not. I tried her number again, but
it was still not going. Gosh!

It was about seven a.m the following morning that I was able to get to her.

'Good morning, love. What happened yesterday? The line suddenly went dead and I could not reach you again. Your battery went flat or what?'

'Good morning. The battery was okay,' she replied.

'So, how come I wasn't able to get to you again?'

'I switched the phone off,' she replied calmly.

'What!?' I was stupefied. 'Why did you do that?'

There was a brief silence. 'Because I wanted to be sure I was hearing properly.'

Now, I relaxed a bit and grinned. 'Of course, you're hearing properly my dear. I will repeat what I said, but this time, I will say it in form of a
question: Kike, will you marry me?'

There was another short silence. 'You don't have to pull my legs, Uncle Henry.'

I was amazed. Why did she find it difficult to believe me? Why would I be pulling her legs? And where was this 'Uncle Henry' stuff coming from?

I breathed in deeply. 'Kike, listen. God knows you're the first ever lady I would tell such a thing, and God knows I'm very serious with what I said.'

There was another pause.

'Kike, are you still there?' I asked.

'Yes.'

'Do you want to think over it? Should I give you some time?'

'I want to pray over it.'

I nodded. 'No problem, I will wait.'

We discussed a lit bit more before the connection was cut.

I never imagined that I would propose marriage to a lady and she would tell me that she wanted to think or pray over it. But with Kike, things
were different.

That weekend, I was in my Lawanson flat, thinking about Kike. It was three days ago I told her about the marriage proposition and she was yet
to give me an answer. Wow, so this lady could keep me waiting like this! My phone rang and I was surprised to find myself hoping that Kike was
on the line. But, she wasn't.

'Hello, Bisola,’ I said into the mouthpiece. ‘How’re you?’

'Dull. Are you at home? I'm on my way to your house.'

I sighed. 'Yeah, I'm at home.'

'Okay, I'll soon be there.'

Within thirty minutes, Bisola got to my flat.

'Hello, love,' she greeted.

'Hello, dear.'

We kissed briefly. Today, she was wearing jeans trousers and a blue t-shirt. She looked pretty in them.

'So, how's the weekend?' she asked.

'Let's just say we thank God,' I replied.

She came to sit on my legs and to rub my chest, but the last thing on my mind was sex.


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By September, the post-UTME results that Kike did came out. Kike was not offered her first choice course which was law. She was however given admission for her second choice which was English language at the University of Ibadan. I was very happy for her. Her sponsorship would not create any problem as my parents had agreed to take full responsibilities. I also promised Kike to play my own role.

In Abuja, I had started my work in earnest. I promised to do my very best. Getting accommodation at the legislative quarters in Apo was tough, so Ms. Davies had an alternative arrangement.

'The senator has three rooms in his bq. You can take one of them for now.'

‘Alright, madam.’

I wondered about how convenient that would be. I however shrugged it off when I remembered that most times, I would be in Lagos, and that I
could always hole myself in my room anytime I was at home in Abuja. In Lagos, I was not to share office with anybody as I now had a cozy office
to myself. Top on my priority was how to get a two-bedroom flat for myself in Lagos. I told dad about it.

'There's no problem with that,' he returned. 'Get an agent to look for a good place for you and let me know the costs.'

I met with an estate agent who helped me to secure a two-bedroom at Lawanson, Surulere, Lagos. I had already paid for the place before telling
dad. I was able to pay for it from my savings. It was high time I started living responsibly.

But dad insisted on furnishing the place. The following weekend, I moved to my new abode.

In Abuja, once we had closed for the day, Ms. Davies simply had no time for me. She had her life to live and I had mine.

There were social spots in Abuja that I sometimes frequented, but I found myself becoming an introvert more and more. I had also cut down the
number of ladies in my life. Right now, I could say that I only had Bisola and Kike. While Bisola satisfied the salacious part of me, Kike fulfilled the
cool and solemn part. But, somehow, I believed I loved Kike. I had tried to get her off my mind, even in far-away Abuja, but I could not. Now
that she had started her degree programme, believe me, I was seriously considering proposing marriage to her.

That sounded somehow, right? But that was what had been nagging at my mind. She was now twenty one while I just celebrated my twenty-
fifth birthday, but I felt I could not wait any more. One cool evening in the early days of December, I called Kike on the phone to bare my mind.

'How's campus?' I started.

'Campus is cool. How are you too? Are you in Lagos or Abuja?'

'Right now, I'm in Lagos,' I replied. 'I miss you.'

'I miss you too, sweetheart.'

There was a pause.

'There's something I should have told you which I haven't.'

'Really? What's that?'

'I love you.'

There was a slight pause in communication, then she burst out laughing.

'But you've said that before.'

'Not only that,' I quickly put in. 'Kike, I want to marry you.'

There was silence such that if a pin had dropped, we would hear the sound.


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It was a passion-filled moment. The action was mutual as the two of us did our best to satisfy the other person. By the time I climaxed, I felt I was in cloud seven. We took a break after the first session. The second one was slower and took a longer time to get to its peak. I wanted no more after that, but she was not yet satisfied. After the third session, I was certain that I could go for no more. I directed her to the eatery where the office assistant used to buy food for us, so she could buy a meal. We took fried rice and fried plantain with beef for lunch. Bisola and I were together till about five p.m before we decided to leave our love nest.

I drove her to their campus at Akoka.

'When do we meet again?' she asked.

Not so soon, I thought.

'I'll let you know,' I said. I gave her some money for the weekend before she alighted at the parking space in the front of her residence hall.

Bisola and I continued to meet at our 'love nest' every Saturday for the next weeks. But there was something I found myself doing any time I met
with her. On my way home, I would buy something for Kike. The first time I did, she was reluctant to accept the items. I had bought some ankara and Guinea materials for her.

'Mummy will be suspicious,' she said.

'How?'

‘She will wonder where I'm getting money to buy fine clothes.'

'Tell her I bought them for you,' I said.

Over the time, I bought t-shirts, jeans skirts, shoes, undies, bar soaps and perfumes, and so on, for her. She was right: mum became suspicious.

One evening, mum came to meet me in my bedroom.

'Kike said you're the one buying clothes and accessories for her,' she started. 'Is that true?'

'Yes, mummy.'

She stared at me curiously. 'Are you having an affair with her?'

I chuckled. 'No mum.'

Her face showed that she didn't believe me.

'Well, actually, I used to, but I've stopped. She brought religion matter to it, so I stopped.'

'What religion matter?'

'Something like it's not good to engage in sex outside marriage.'

She didn't seem surprised by my confession. In fact, it was as if she knew that something was going on between Kike and me.

'She's a good girl, but please she still wants to go to school,' mum went on. 'See her more like a sister.'

I nodded. I was at least happy that mum did not react badly to the relationship between Kike and me. By April, Kike took the UTME and did very well. She would still have to wait for about another couple of months before she would write her post-UTME.

By June the elected senators were inaugurated. Senator Osho started his second term in the senate in grand style. It was also time for him to compensate those of us that assiduously worked for his re-election. Ms. Davies retained her position as Chief of Staff. Others got this position or that. As for yours sincerely, I became the (wait for it) Head of Media. I was to monitor media news and events and report to him accordingly. It also meant I would be shuffling with him between Lagos and Abuja.

By September, the post-UTME results that Kike did came out. Kike was not offered her first choice course which was law. She was however given admission for her second choice which was English language at the University of Ibadan. I was very happy for her. Her sponsorship would not create any problem as my parents had agreed to take full responsibilities. I also promised Kike to play my own role.

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Now, I believed indeed I needed an apartment of my own. Bringing ladies to my parents' house must stop. It was not just because of Kike. I believed I had reached that maturity and stage of life.

'Do you know the office at Yaba?' I asked her.

'Yes.'

I grinned to myself. 'I have a room at the BQ of the house. Let's meet there.'

'Okay.'

I grinned as I dressed up. My t-shirt and trouserd were new. I had no doubt I looked good. Being a Saturday, it was a smooth ride to Yaba. Within thirty minutes, I was driving to the parking space of the office building. Since the elections were over, there had been serious lull in the activities at the office both on weekdays and weekends.

This Saturday, apart from the security man at the gate, the place looked deserted. I went to the room I stayed in during off-office hours. There was a big bed, a table and a chair, and those were the things the room could boast.

Even the wardroom yawned in emptiness. I sat on the chair, close to the desk to await my guest. Fifteen minutes later, I heard footsteps. A peep through the window showed that Bisola was the one coming.
She breezed in, looking chic.

'Hello, darling,' I greeted.

'Hi. How d'you do?'

She dropped her handbag on the table and came to sit astride my legs, her two hands on my shoulders. I trusted that she would not waste time on a matter like this.

I put my hands around her waist.

'I'm glad to be with you,' she said.

'Me too.'

She held my head to her bosom. I sniffed at her top, especially at the boobs areas.

'I like your perfume,' I told her.

She nodded and closed her eyes. She was in no mood for talks. I pulled her t-shirt over her head and removed it. Her boobs were encased in a red bra that was very sexy.

My mouth went to the cups of the boobs, went to the points where the nipples were and nibbled at them. She put her hands across my neck. I continued the nibble-like action until I decided to take a step further.
I unhooked the strap of the bra and removed it from covering her bust. I stared at the now naked nipples. They looked taunt. I resumed the near-nibble action and she held me tighter.

I did that for some minutes and decided to take another step again. I made her to stand up so that I could unzip my jeans and pull the trousers down. She completely removed her leg that crossed my own so that she would easily unzip her skirt and bring it down too.

Her pant was a white one with red flower patterns. It was as sexy as the bra, and the two matched. She pulled it off and sat astride me again. My organ was fully erect and ready for action. I brought her to my laps, ensuring that my organ penetrated the right natural canal. I held her tightly across the waist while she held me too across the neck.

It was a passion-filled moment. The Acton was mutual as the two of us did our best to satisfy the other person. By the time I climaxed, I felt I was in cloud seven.

We took a break after the first session. The second one was slower and took a longer time to come.

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I was surprised when she shook her head.
'Are you scared I will hurt you?' I asked further.

Again, she shook her head.

'You're afraid you will get pregnant?'

She shook her head. I became exasperated. 'So, what is it?'

She sat up on the bed. 'i think we should stop doing it.'

'What?!' My surprise could not be masked. 'Why d'you think we should stop?'

She clouded her face a bit. 'You should know. Good christians should not be having sex before marriage.'

I stared at her and burst into laughter. I would have laughed more, but I quickly remember mum's room was not far from mine and she might come around to know who I was chatting with and what the matter was.

I stared at Kike again. 'Are you joking or what?' I demanded.

'I'm serious,' she said. 'I was carried away those times we did it. But, I think we have to stop now.'

'Really?' It was an effort for me to bottle my anger. This girl or young lady, or whatever, was very funny. She was talking about not having sex before marriage, did I tell her I wanted to marry her? Had I said anything like marriage to her? Why was she lumping things up? However, rather that showing anger, I was calm.

'Alright, if that's what you want, no problem. You can take your gifts and go back to your room.'

She looked sad. 'Sweetheart, don't be angry,' she said soothingly.

'I'm not angry,' I retorted.

'But you are,' she pointed out. 'Your tone shows that you're angry.'

I forced a smile. 'Alright, can you now see that I'm not angry? Good night.' .

She got up from the bed. 'If this is the way you will treat me, I won't take the gifts.'

'What?' This young lady would not stop amazing me.

'Are you now rejecting all these.'

'Yes, if you're not happy.'

'Oh my God, did I say I was not happy with you?'

'But you're showing it. You're showing that you're angry.'

I sighed. This was the first time a lady would be rejecting gift from me. I couldn't believe the very person that was doing that was Kike. I should have been mad with her, but I remained cool.

'Alright,' I said. 'I'm not angry with you. It's just that your decision came as a shock, but it's okay. Come and take your gifts.'

She hesitated. I took the shopping bag and handed it to her.

'Come on, Kike. It's for you. Take it.'

She nodded. 'Thank you.'

'You're welcome.'

'Good night.'

'Yeah, good night.'

She went away. I could not but think about her confidence and assertiveness.



By the following day, I decided not to bother Kike about sex again. Since she had said she no longer wanted it, I would let the matter be. However, I continued to have admiration for her and would continue to be nice to her. That weekend, Bisola called.
'You've forgotten about me or what? Why didn't you ever bother to call?'

'Oh, I'm sorry. How are you Bisola?'

'Fine. Campus is boring. How's the weekend going to be?'

I thought fast. Now that Kike had come with her abstinence theory, I would have to look for alternative way of venting my passion. But certainly, not in my house.


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'I don't want you to go and see them again.'
I nodded.

'I want to have you only to myself. I don't want to share you with anyone again. Do you understand?'

I nodded.

She smiled and continued. 'Listen, when I say I want to have you only to myself, I mean it. Even if Biola calls you, you are to decline. Anyway, I’ll tell her you’re all mine, now.’'

I nodded again. 'That's no problem.'

'Good.' She smiled again. 'You're my guy, henceforth. And I'm your babe. There's nothing like me paying you for intimacy again, but I can assure you that I'll always treat you well. After all, you're now my guy. What d'you say?'

I would have expressed opposition to her in normal circumstance. I would have remembered Helen and would have told Eno point blank that I had a lady that was my fiancée and I wanted to give her all the attention a lady deserved.

But, this was not a normal circumstance.

'I agree with everything you've said. It's good. It's going to be exciting to have you as a lover.'

'Oh, that's my guy,' she said. I wore my clothes.

'I will still have to go home and change,' I said.

She nodded. 'That's okay. Now that our level has changed, I will take you to my home and we'll be meeting there.'

I nodded in agreement. At that point, all that she suggested were good.

I left her and drove home. I then quickly changed clothes and was in office by eight o'clock. A couple of minutes later, Helen too breezed in.

'Hello, love,' she greeted.

'Hello, my darling.'

We kissed briefly.

'How was yesterday? Are we getting more depositors?'

'Sure,' I answered. 'I’ve won another client over.'

She was all smiles. 'That's very good. You always know your way with people.'

'Thanks for the compliments.'

We continued with our work till break time. It was becoming customary now that I would buy food for her as well. After our meal, I brought the money Eno had earlier given me out.

'From my bonuses, I want to give you this.' I handed the money to her.

'What for?'

I shrugged. 'It's for you. Buy anything you like with it.'

She looked surprised. 'But why?'

I smiled. 'Because I want you to have it. Just get yourself nice little things with it.'

'Oh, honey,' she gushed, giving me kisses. I was never going to tell her the real source of that money.

Later, when we closed, she followed me home.

'I told my parents about you and they are happy that I've got my future partner,' she said.

'Oh, that's good,' I replied, pulling her to myself and rubbing her shoulders.

She later went to the kitchen to prepare the dinner that we ate. She was with me till few minutes past eight in the night. The following day was Wednesday. We were busy, once again, and I was engrossed in my work. About two p.m., I got a call from Eno.

'I'll be coming to your place this evening,'

she said. 'I should be there by eight. Then, we'll go to my place together.'

'That will be fine,' I replied. It was after the line was disconnected that I remembered about Helen. She had made it a habit now to be following to my home after close of work. She would then stay with me till about nine o'clock before she would leave for her parents' house. I didn't want Helen to see Eno in my house as that would lead her to know what she should not know. I had to think fast. I decided that I would tell Helen that I needed to see a client at Iyana Ipaja.

That was what I did. The money I had given her softened what could have been a cool reaction. She knew my going was for business. When I left office at six, I drove home state. It was well past eight when Eno drove inside the compound.

'Hello, sweetie,' she greeted. I could see now that she was taking the relationship very personal. I didn't mind that.

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We also did house-to-house campaign. I was coming back home quite late. My parents were supportive.

'Don't worry, Henry. It's just for the time being,' mum said.

I smiled it off. The fact was the events were full of excitements and I was having a lot of thrills. Besides, as I came to realize, it was also a time for us to also be making extra money and goodies for ourselves.

The campaigns were on for six weeks and we were busy through out. For some days, I would not sleep in the house. I was like an appendage of Ms. Davies as I was mostly with her. We were not only distributing souvenirs to supporters, we were also giving out food items like rice, semovita and beverages. Some cash amounts were also doled out. In addition to other task I did, I became the deputy Youth leader of the team. I must say it was very exciting. Once in a while that I slept at home, Kike would come to my room and we would have a nice together. I realized that I was in love with her, but still told myself it must be my imagination.

I did not have time for Florence and Bisola for now. I told them on the phone that my schedule was very tight and they said they understood. Two days to the elections, the open campaigns and rallies stopped, but were still making some last minute moves to woo voters to our side. On the day of election, I was to be one of the senator's party agents. I had to sleep in the office that Friday night. In the areas I covered, there were some skirmishes, but the elections generally went on peacefully.

By the afternoon of Sunday, the following day, Senator Osho was declared the winner of the elections in his constituency and was re-elected.

We were very happy that all our efforts had paid. The senator declared bonus for us, his team, that had done a good job.

Personally, I was happy that I did not toil in vain. I decided to buy some clothes for Kike, from the largesse. I also bought two bras and pants for her. I hoped I had picked the correct sizes.

Late in the night, when she came to my room, I handed the gifts to her. She was wide-eyed in surprise when she saw the items. She tried one of the dresses on and it fitted her perfectly.

'What about the pantie and bra?' I asked. She examined the pant and put the bra across her chest. 'They are my size,' she said. 'Oh thank you, sweetheart.'

She hugged me and gave me a peck. I was happy she liked them. Kike was an intersting character. In the past, I had given her money, but she would only take part of it.

'Keep the rest for me,' she would say. 'When I want to start school, you can give me.

' Now, that was an unusual thing to do, wasn't it?

But Kike gave me a shocker that very night I gave her the gift. She lay on the bed beside as usual and my hand went to her chest.

She held the hand to stop my action.

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About four o'clock, It was Bisola's turn to call.

'Hello, love.'

'Bisola, dear, how're you?'

'The house is free. Why don't you come over?'

I hesitated. 'Sorry, I may not be chanced today?'

'Why?' she demanded. 'Is today not Saturday?'

'Yes, it is. All the same, I may not be able to make it.'

'Should I come over there? Give me your address.'

I went into anxious mode. 'I'm not at home. I'm with some friends.'

'Oh.' She sounded deflated as she cut the line.

I could not understand myself. Was it because of Kike that I was cutting off my links with other ladies? Was it because of her? I shook my head in wonderment.



The following week was very busy for us at the office. The campaigns and rallies had started and we had hectic time moving the train from one place to the other. We also did house-to-house campaign. I was coming back home quite late. My parents were supportive.

'Don't worry, Henry. It's just for the time being,' mum said. I smiled it off. The fact was the events were full of excitements and I was having a lot of thrills. Besides, as I came to realize, it was also a time for us to also be making extral money and goodies for ourselves. The campaigns were on for six weeks and we were busy through out.

For some days, I would not sleep in the house. I was like an appendage of Ms. Davies as I was mostly with her. We were not only distributing souvenirs to supporters, we were also giving out food items like rice, semovita and beverages.

Some cash amounts were also doled out. In addition to other task I did, I became the deputy Youth leader of the team. I must say it was very exciting. Once in a while that I slept at home, Kike would come to my room and we would have a nice together.

I realized that I was in love with her, but still told myself it must be my imagination.


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She stood up to remove her bum shorts. She was pantie-less as usual. I stood to remove all my clothes too. She sat on the bed, brought the yoghurt pack out again and poured it generously on her vagina.

She then held me and guided my mouth to her honey (or was it yoghurt) pot. I licked the place with relish, sucking and teasing the organ. She emptied the remaining yoghurt on it and I liked and sucked it all.

I noticed something that moment. I seemed to be extremely excited and was ready to do anything she asked me to do.

Indeed, I felt very excited to be doing what I was doing. I looked at Eno again and, to me, she looked like the most attractive and desirable woman on earth. Even her boobs that previously seemed flabby and unattractive now looked like the most fascinating boobs in the universe.

I took her that night like I must do all within my powers to satisfy her. I just had to satisfy her as that became a priority.

She was wilder than the first night we had together; and I was more excited by the whole thing.

The following morning, we went to have showers together.

'How will you rate me among all the ladies you've been having?' she asked.

I grinned. 'Without any doubt, you're the best.'

She nodded her approval. We returned to the sitting-room to dry our body. She brought her body cream.

'You too can use it,' she said.

It was an exotic body cream that smelt very nice. I used it as she said.

'Do you still intend to see Anita and her friend this weekend?' she asked.

I thought briefly. 'I'm not sure. Do you want me to see them?'

I could see that she smiled gladly at my response. 'Actually, there's a change in plans.'

I was all ears. 'What change?'

I finished creaming my body and started to wear my under-wears.

'I don't want you to go and see them again.'
I nodded.

'I want to have you only to myself. I don't want to share you with anyone again. Do you understand?'

I nodded.

She smiled and continued. 'Listen, when I say I want to have you only to myself, I mean it. Even if Biola calls you, you are to decline. Anyway, I’ll tell her you’re all mine, now.’'

I nodded again. 'That's no problem.'

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I rubbed the back of her neck more and she purred.

'You said you wanted to tell me something,' I reminded her.

'Yes.' She hesitated.

'Come on.'

'I love you,' she blurted out.

I smiled.

'You don't believe me?'

'I do,' I replied. 'And I want you to know that I love you too.' I wasn't sure of what I said, but I felt there was no harm in saying it. Or was there?

I had had enough of talks. It was time for action. I moved my hand from the back of her neck to her bust.

'You want to do it?' she asked.

'Yes, or are still having your period?'

She shook her head. 'It has ended. But what if I get pregnant?'

I laughed shortly. Oh, how naive she was.

'You won't because I won't release inside you.'

She hesitated. 'The other one you did was painful.'

Was it? 'Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. I didn't know you found it painful.'

She sighed. 'Maybe you'll be gentler,' she suggested.

I nodded. 'Okay. I promise to be very gentle with it. If you still find it painful, then I'll stop.'

'Okay.'

I decided to use lubricant and was as gentle as I could be. All the same, mid-way into the action, I paused to ask her if she was experiencing
pain.

'No, I'm okay.'

It was the most gentle love making I ever had. I treated her like she was an eggshell and she clung on to me so passionately. I still managed to
withdraw on time and to spill the semen on her belly.

I felt satisfied with her. But then, I was having some unusual feelings about her. Why couldn't I just forget about other babes and focus on this?
She seemed upright and natural, what would be bad in genuinely giving her my love? Hey, Henry, you're going nutty over this girl, another part of
my mind said. She's just an ordinary housemaid, for God's sake.

I cuddled her as we slept off. As it had become the practice, she woke up early the following morning to return to her room.

It was Saturday morning, so I didn't have to wake up early. I lazed on the bed till some minutes to ten when Kike came to tell me that breakfast
was ready.

I brushed my teeth and had my bath before I went downstairs to eat. I still kept thinking about the feelings I was having for Kike. They were no longer the kind of normal feelings I had for ladies. Gosh, I think I was falling in love with her!

About mid-day, Florence called my number.

'Hello, dear. Are you at home? Should I come over?' she asked.

'Er, sorry, I'm not at home,' I found myself saying. 'I'll call you later to let you know when I'll be around.'

'Okay.'

I couldn't believe I lied to avoid seeing her. What was happening to my unbridled desire to have fun with ladies?

I remained indoor. Even going to club no longer appealed to me.

About four o'clock, it was Bisola's turn to call.

'Hello, love.'

'Bisola, dear, how're you?'

'The house is free. Why don't you come over?'


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She brushed the teddy bears aside and sat on the bed. I sat beside her and resumed our erotic game. I sucked her boobs and played with her erogenous zone. The play continued until it got to a climax. I must say there was another big difference between making love to her and doing the same to Kike. The latter was a novice who was plain about it.

Not Bisola. The way she held me, wiggled her waist, moaned and goaded me on all showed that she was not new and was indeed very good in the game. When it was over, I commended her effort.

'Wow, you're good,' I said.

'And you're better,' she replied.

I didn't have the luxury of staying too long, so I dressed up.

'Let me be on my way,' I told her. She accompanied me downstairs to my car. I waved at her and drove off. Again, my mum was already at
home, so no hug or kiss from Kike. I had hardly changed from my office wear to shorts and t-shirt when Kike came knocking on the door.

'Food is ready,' she announced. She then quickly added, 'How was work today?'

'Fine,' I said, smiling at her.

'You look tired. Anyway, your food is ready. Come and eat.'

I nodded. 'Thanks. I'll soon be coming down.'

She moved closer to me. I knew what she wanted. Quickly, I gave her a kiss. As she left, I again wondered if I was not becoming too attached
to her.



On Friday of the week that I started working for the senator, I came home with some face caps and t-shirts that we would be using for the campaigns and rallies. Those were the ones I could personally give to people around me. My first beneficiary, of course was Kike. I gave her two branded face caps and two t-shirts. Later that night, she came to my bedroom again.

'Am I disturbing you?' she asked as she woke up me. I answered by kissing her.

'Did I disturb you?' I asked her in turn.

She smiled. Then she said something I wasn't expecting: 'Henry, I want to tell you something.'

That was the first time she would be calling me by name.

I was a bit surprised, but she was right. The moment a guy that a gal called 'uncle' started kissing and doing something lustful with the gal, then
the 'uncle' title could stop anytime.

'What d'you want to tell me?'

Somehow, I guessed she realized maybe she ought not to drop my title just like that.

'But, is it okay? Is it okay for me to call you Henry?'

I smiled at her. 'Once we are alone like this, you can call me anything you like.'

'Anything?'

I rubbed the back of her neck. 'Yes, anything.'

She smiled. 'Like sweetheart?'

'Hmn hmn, like sweetheart.'

'Good.' She looked gladdened. 'I'll be calling you sweetheart.'

I rubbed the back of her neck more and she purred.

'You said you wanted to tell me something,' I reminded her.

'Yes.' She hesitated.

'Come on.'

'I love you,' she blurted out.

I smiled.

'You don't believe me?'

'I do,' I replied. 'And I want you to know that I love you too.' I wasn't sure of what I said, but I felt there was no harm in saying it. Or was there?
I had had enough of talks. It was time for action. I moved my hand from the back of her neck to her bust.

'You want to do it?' she asked.

'Yes, or are still having your period?'

She shook her head. 'It has ended. But what if I get pregnant?'


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She stood up and went to the Sony sound system. She played an R & B track and came to meet me.

'Come on, let's dance.'

It looked more like a strange request. I had many hobbies, but dancing was never one of them. All the same, I obliged her.

We danced for some moments. I thought of Ms. Davies coming inside and meeting me as I danced with her daughter.

'You're good at it,' Bisola commented.

'Really? Well, I think you're better.'

'Let's do the tango.'

I was at loss. 'What is that?'

She held my left palm while she slid my right hand behind her waist. We were so close I could smell her breath. We rocked gently, although I
wasn't sure I was doing it right.

She moved close to my chest. Wow, what a hobby! But, I was not deceived. I perfectly understood her intents. The cues she had given me were
more than enough. I either stopped the dance, thanked her for the hospitality and took my leave; or I remained and played the game to the end.

I decided to choose the latter.

I rubbed her waist. The toasting game had begun.

'Your dance is as pretty as you're,' I began.

She smiled. 'Thanks.'

'Your face is very pretty.'

She made a face. 'Only my face?'

'No. Everything about you is very pretty.'

My face moved close to hers. Our lips met and there was a long kissing. I stopped briefly.

'Even your lips and the kissing were pretty,' I muttered.

She rested her head on my right shoulder. I moved my right hand up and down her back. From the waist to the neck region, and back to the
waist. We still remained in standing position, and were still in tango.

I kissed her again and could sense her willingness to give it all. Good, that would be the game. My hand slipped under her top. Slowly but
determinedly, it moved up to her chest and on the left cup of her bra. I slowly rubbed the edge of the cup and gently un-cupped the full boobs.

'Ouch!' she said.

I stopped. 'I'm sorry, does that hurt?'

She smiled. Of course, it didn't hurt. Rather, her expression was part of the game.

'Let me unhook the bra,' she said.

I nodded. 'That will be better.'

She removed the top and unhooked the bra. I quickly compared and contrasted her boobs with Kike' own – after all, they were of the same age.
While Kike's boobs were very rotund and firm, these ones were bigger and not-very firm. But at a time like this, a man doesn't really care whether
they are firm or not. I grabbed and put the nipples in my mouth in turn. She was hot and ready for me, but we had left certain things undone.
First the door remained unlocked. Secondly, the action must move to a more discrete place.

She picked up her top and bra. 'Let's go to my bedroom,' she said.

I nodded. That would be very reasonable. I followed her to a small corridor. She turned left. Her room was typical of a girl's or a young lady's room. There were posters of some movie and music stars on the wall. There were also teddy bears on the bed. Besides, the air smelled of feminity. She brushed the teddy bears aside and sat on the bed. I sat beside her and resumed our erotic game. I sucked her boobs and played with her erogenous zone. The play continued until it got to a climax. I must say there was another big difference between making love to her and doing the same to Kike. The latter was a novice who was plain about it.

Not Bisola. The way she held me, wiggled her waist, moaned and goaded me on all showed that she was not new and was indeed very good in
the game. When it was over, I commended her effort.

'Wow, you're good,' I said.

'And you're better,' she replied.

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I shook my head again. ‘No, it’s not about being tired. Remember I told you I wanted to stop doing this. That’s it.’

‘But that will not be fair to me. It’s not fair that despite all I did, you didn't deem it fit to make me happy a bit.’

‘I’m ready to share the money with you,’ I said. ‘Take your cut off and give me my own.’

It was her turn to shake her head. ‘I don’t want money,’ she said.

I sighed. What she was saying was totally different from what I had in mind. What would I do now?

‘You should be happy a lady like me is giving herself to you,’ she said. ‘Honestly, you should be glad.’

I sighed again. She brought the money and put it on my laps. Slowly, I picked the notes and counted. They were twenty dollars bills in ten
pieces. Eno watched me keenly, waiting. I thought briefly over her demand.

All right. I would do it. I would do it just one more time, and this time as a payment of the business she brought for me. I would do it and she
would not see me again.

‘Alright,’ I said. ‘Deal.’

She grinned. ‘That’s my boy.’ She stood up. ‘Now that we are on, I’m going to give you a special treatment will make you never to forget me,’

I grinned. ‘Really?’

She nodded and removed her spaghetti top. The black bra was still on. She came to sit astride on my legs, facing me.

‘I’m going to give it to you such that you’ll not think of any other lady again.’ Her mouth came on my own. The kiss was done slowly at the initial
stage but it soon became an intense thing. I held her tightly by the waist and gave it back to her in full measure. I decided that since I had
agreed to have her, I might as well give her my very best.

We kissed for a long time. Her hands moved up and down my back in unceasing caress. I did the same to her.

There was a pause when she unstrapped her bra and removed it. My prick was now really hard.

‘Wait,’ she muttered and stood up. She went to her bag again and brought out a small pack of yoghurt drink. The edge of the pack had already
been cut. She spilled generous portion of it on her boobs and rubbed it on them. She came back to sit on my legs again and first shoved the right
boob in my mouth. I sucked the nipple and licked the yoghurt on her boob.

When I was through with that, she brought the second one and I did the same thing to it. Funny enough, the boobs tasted like the sweetest I
ever had in my life. I sucked until I could taste her flesh.

She stood up to remove her bum shorts. She was pantie-less as usual. I stood to remove all my clothes too. She sat on the bed, brought the
yoghurt pack out again and poured it generously on her vagina. She then held me and guided my mouth to her honey (or was it yoghurt) pot. I
licked the place with relish, sucking and teasing the organ. She emptied the remaining yoghurt on it and I liked and sucked it all.

I noticed something that moment. I seemed to be extremely excited and was ready to do anything she asked me to do.

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My mind raced again. ‘What about your mum? I left her in the office not long ago and I know that she would close anytime from now.’

‘She just called me that she would not be coming home right away.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah. And in any case, there’s no big deal if she knows you came around.’

I sighed. This girl was assertive. ‘Alright,’ I said. ‘I’ll pop in to say hello.’

‘Okay.’ Her voice seemed excited. ‘See you.’

I cut the line again and whistled. The rate I was relating with the opposite sex was becoming alarming. Just two weeks again, Mope, my girlfriend
accused me of sleeping around and gave me the red card. I did not give a hoot about her action. I had a string of girls I could always call and
have fun with. But was it not becoming too much? Shouldn’t I stick to just one and be serious?

My parents had made me to understand that even if I decided to marry now – at the age of twenty-four – they would welcome the idea. As the
only child, becoming grandparents seemed to be something they eagerly awaited.

I shrugged. Things would work out by themselves, I decided. Few minutes after seven, I was at the gate of Ms. Davies’s residence. The security
guard looked at me curiously.

‘Ms. Davies never come,’ he said.

‘Yes, I know. I’m here to see her daughter, Bisola.’

He allowed me to drive in. Bisola was already expecting me, for as soon as I pressed the bell, she opened the door.

‘Hello, Bisola.’

‘Hello, Henry.’

‘How d’you do?’

She was in a tight-fitting bum short and a flimsy top. She smiled. ‘I’m fine. Come in and sit down.’

I sat on one of well-padded leather seats.

‘What can I get you?’ she asked.

I grinned. ‘Do you have juice in the house?’

She nodded. ‘Yeah. Let me bring it.’

She went to get the drinks while I sat back on the chair and stretched my legs. She soon came with a small tray that contained a pack of pine
apple juice and two glass cups. She poured the drinks inside the cups and handed one to me.

‘I hope you’ve been able to fix the phone now,’ I said.

She nodded. ‘It’s still with the technician.’

‘And I hope the guy is competent enough to handle it.’

‘He’s quite good. Let’s just say I was a bit careless in handling the gadget.’

I nodded and sipped from my cup.

‘You’re always home alone?’ I asked.

‘Something like that. That’s why I feel so bored.’

‘Since no one knows how long the lecturers’ strike will be, maybe your mum should get you an interim job or vocation.’

She grinned. ‘Good idea, but I don’t think she will do that.’

‘Have you discussed it with her?’

‘There’s no need.’

I decided not to press her further.

She smiled wanly. ‘Thank God you're here. I was so lonely.'

Again, I smiled. Her words were full of meaning.

'Will you like to dance?' she asked.

I was surprised to hear that. 'Dance?'

'Yes, dancing is one of my hobbies.'

She stood up and went to the Sony sound system. She played an R & B track and came to meet me.

'Come on, let's dance.'

It looked more like a strange request. I had many hobbies, but dancing was never one of them. All the same, I obliged her.



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Midway to where I was going, Eno called me.

‘Hello, Eno,’ I greeted.

‘Hello, sorry there’s a change in plan.’

I frowned slightly. ‘What change?’

‘Don’t go to Biola’s house again. Meet me at that hotel where we met the other day. Ask of me there.’

My mind was busy. Why the change? Why meeting her in the hotel?

‘Okay,’ I managed to say.

‘Alright, see you.’

‘Okay.’

I changed the course of my direction. I thought of how to confront Eno. It was very simple. As soon as I collected whatever she wanted to pay
me for the weekend job that I did, I would take it, thank her and let her know that I would not offer such services again. Simple.

I got to the hotel lobby few minutes after seven. This time around, I met another lady at the reception. This one was dark and on the heavy
side.

‘Miss Eno?’ she asked. She went through her register and called her room and got an affirmative answer about a visitor bearing my name. ‘First
floor, Room 10.’

I thanked her. This time around, I decided to go by the staircase. I was soon knocking at the door of Room 10.

She opened the door and beamed in smiles when she saw me.

‘Hello, Eno,’ I greeted familiarly.

‘Hello, Steve,’ she answered in the same manner.

She was wearing a bum shorts and sky blue spaghetti top. She seemed to like spaghetti tops.

I walked in and sat on the lone sofa in the room. She came to sit by my side.

‘I hope you really had a nice time this last weekend,’ she said.

I grinned and nodded. ‘Sure, I did. It was one crazy and wild weekend.’

She nodded too. ‘What do I offer you?’ she asked.

I shook my head. ‘Oh, nothing, please. I’m okay. Thanks.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes.’

‘Okay.’ She went to her handbag, opened it and brought her purse out. ‘We’ve decided to pay you two hundred dollars now. But you won’t get
the balance until the third weekend when your task will be completed. I hope that’s fair enough.’

I quickly and mentally calculated. ‘Okay,’ I said.

She smiled. ‘I however demand for a share in this for bringing the business to you.’

That was not our agreement, but I didn’t want to argue with her, so I nodded. ‘Okay. What percentage do you want to take?’

She smiled and rubbed her right hand on her laps. ‘I don’t want any percentage. All I want is that you stay here tonight.’

I shook my head. ‘Please, Eno, I don’t really want to do that.’

‘Why? You’re tired of me so soon?’

I shook my head again. ‘No, it’s not about being tired. Remember I told you I wanted to stop doing this. That’s it.’

‘But that will not be fair to me. It’s not fair that despite all I did, you didn't deem it fit to make me happy a bit.’

‘I’m ready to share the money with you,’ I said. ‘Take your cut off and give me my own.’

It was her turn to shake her head. ‘I don’t want money,’ she said.


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