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Good move.

This is preposterous. People should control their anger.

“Of course, now. I’m for you, and for you only.”

“Alright, babe. I’ll send the money now.”

“Thanks, love.”

There was a big grin on Suzanne’s face as Bashy disconnected the call.

* * * *

On Sunday morning, Suzanne lazed on the bed up till minutes after eight. Simbi had woken up and was preparing breakfast. Suzanne’s mind went to Bashy. What if it was his wife that had returned from Canada? That would mean she would not go back to his house. She quickly dismissed that possibility. Bashy’s wife would not return now, and that was that.

Suzanne’s mind veered off to Sunny. So, the man was dead now. Would he be facing judgement? How would he explain the fact that he raped a sixteen-year old girl? She hissed. Honestly, she believed his death was good riddance to bad rubbish. Then, she thought over her life again. She would become twenty years old in a couple of years. At her age, Suzanne already had the experiences much older women had with men. Was she not going too fast and too far?

Something must be wrong with her mind, Suzanne thought. Why was it that she had pleasure in opening her laps for guys and getting paid for it? Why did she delight in living the life of a bitch? It was not just about the money. It was about the fact that Suzanne enjoyed sex a lot. She thought about her friend and room-mate. Simbi was already twenty, but was also very sexually active, just like her. Simbi once told her she loved sex and loved being treated like a LovePeddler.

Suzanne had similar feelings. She liked it when men paid for it. Another thing was Suzanne was bisexual. For the female folk, she just derived the pleasure in the act. Of course, no one would pay for that, but she still derived great pleasure all the same. Part of Suzanne’s mind said she had a problem and she did not know what to do about it. She did not even know if she wanted to do anything about it. It was a big change in her personality. She shrugged, believing that time would change the whole thing.

Suzanne sighed. Enjoy your life, young lady, she told herself.

“Are you going to remain in bed all day long?” Simbi’s words cut into her thoughts.

Suzanne stirred and turned. Simbi was right. Even though Suzanne had no plan to attend a church service, being a Sunday, she should get up, brush her teeth and have a bath.

Nice work.

It is expected. I knew Atiku would not make the mistake picking Wike as his running mate.

Weldone, sir.

Her hands were gently squeezing and massaging Henrietta's boob as the sucking continued.

“Now........uhh.........Rita............I...I didn't want you to, uh...” Henrietta said, trying to deal with the feelings of her tits responding to her teacher's tongue.

Suck, suck, suck, suck....*pop* (Rita looked up at Henrietta for a second, then lowered her head back down to her tits), lick, lick, lick, lick.....nibble....

“AH! I...” Henrietta was a little thrown off by the awesome feeling of teeth slightly pressing in on her nipple, but she continued, “...I just want you to know, that, like, uh.....I didn't want you to touch me, like, sexually, but since you have, if you stop now...”

Nibble, nibble, lick lick, nibble.........pause....... (Rita didn't even look up) “That's not going to happen Henrietta.” ….....slurrp, suck, suck, suck, suck

“Ooohh, okay, okay, but if you just, like, do whatever with my boobs, or we can make out or something, I'll...uh.....I won't say anything to....anybody.....just....don't....”

suck, suck, suck, *pop*..... “You're not going to say anything.” Rita said, matter-of-factly.
She then left Henrietta's breasts and begin kissing her way down her torso, her fingernails gently scratching down Henrietta's sides.

“OH! Hey, hey, I will say something...like, to my mom, my principal, everybody, I swear it.....”

Rita continued down her body, not saying anything. Kissing her around her belly softly.

“Everybody will know that you're a dyke thaqt, like, rapes people and stuff” Henrietta said, her confidence growing. Rita kissed her belly button, then started kissing her way lower.

Henrietta's confidence was short-lived. Her teacher wasn't listening at all. She tried one more time, “Rita.......really...uuuhhh (the offending lips were at the top of Henrietta's thong)....I'll scream right now, call cops..like....”

Rita pushed her face into Henrietta's crotch, smelling arousal and feeling dampness........unbelievably sexy. “Mmkay. You do whatever you want,” Rita muttered a little, and then continued nuzzling between the teen's legs.

Interesting times.

Let us watch and see.

This one is an end-time boy.

Nice story.

Alright.

Lord have mercy.

Our land will be healed.

So much fake news these days.

I see the act as attention-seeking.

He came, he saw, he ...

Good to hear.

The good old days.

In as much as I don't support the ban, places of worship should not be campaign ground.

That is creative, I must say. All the same, Obi has a long way to go.

Endless gale of defections. All these are as a result of opportunism.

Tinubu this, Tinubu that. Farooq should go and sit down.

Is Ortom himself not among those that treated Wike badly?

There are so many reckless actions these days.

Nice and cool.

Tinubu this, Tinubu that. One thing I respect about him is that he is a strategist.

This is getting serious. Lord have mercy.

Why are people still accusing Tinubu over certificate matter? Why can't they let sleeping dog lie?

What a tragedy! The haste has landed him in the other side of the world.