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    Steve Steve, ur doom Is near

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    Typical Steve he will never change

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    Charley! E hard o

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    Oh Charley! E hard oo, hmm Steve u again?

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    E charlie, e hard for Steve o

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    Prosper YeboahProsper Yeboah
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    Eiii Steve, wat on earth has come over u na,shagging ur friend’s wife? gudness me!!!

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    45 DAYS Episode 18-20
    Dr. Rupert Henderson finishes knotting his tie in front of the dressing-mirror. He takes his coat from off the door of the wardrobe and puts it on.
    He turns and sees Barbara still sleeping. She is lying on her back, and he thinks how beautiful she is.
    Her short negligé has ridden, exposing her lovely right thigh.
    For a moment he thinks of undressing again and making love to her.
    Nowadays their love-making is very infrequent.
    He being a paediatrician, loves kids very much. He and Barbara has been married for close to fifteen years now, and they have no children.
    They have tried all avenues open, but nothing seems to work.
    They had seen specialists in South African, London and Germany, and still nothing had worked.
    In Germany, it had come out that everything was okay with both of them, just that for some unknown reason they simply cannot get children.
    Then, he heard of an amazing Gynaecologist in Ghana called Dr. Gabriel Anaman. They came down to Ghana to meet Anaman, and Rupert had been impressed with the newly-opened Eden Hospital.
    Dr. Anaman had finally pinned down their problems: evidently Barbara’s body produces less hormones and other fertile environments necessary for pregnancy, and yes he could work on her.
    The position for a paediatrician had been available, and the salary astounding.
    Plus Anaman could work on Barbara. Rupert had put in an application and had been taken instantly.
    Barbara had been hostile moving to Ghana. Her hostility began when she was told she was more than partially responsible for their inability to have kids.
    Their marriage had begun to slip on rough seas, and there had been a time, a brief moment in time, when she had suggested divorce because she was fed up with Ghana and wanted to return to South Africa.
    No amount of encouragements from Rupert, Effe and Anaman could make her change her mind.
    And then she had tested positive, for the first time, to a pregnancy test.
    Their joy had been over the bounds, and it had saved the marriage. Unfortunately she had miscarried three months into her pregnancy, but they had been positive, sure that it would be possible soon under the expertise of Anaman.
    But lately Rupert has been sensing that there is a change in her, an awkwardness, almost like a coldness, a growing barrier that for almost a year has been getting higher and bigger.
    It is beginning to frighten him because he loves her so much.
    I’m on my way, honey.
    She opens her eyes and looks at him. She does not smile. She just sighs.
    Alright, honey. Taken your breakfast yet?
    Yeah. Housekeeper fixed me something. Would you be passing through the hospital today?
    She turns on her side and raises an eyebrow.
    Rupert frowns.
    You have an appointment with Gabby today, remember?
    Oh, yes, yes. Almost forgot. Sure, I’ll pass through then, yeah.
    He leaves the bedroom, and Barbara sighs miserably. She turns on her back and closes her eyes tightly.
    The door opens suddenly and she sits up, and sees her husband is back in the room, looking at her with his sad eyes, the expression that said he is hurt.
    The expression that she has come to see a little bit more often nowadays, and which is beginning to haunt her.
    Honey? Forgot something?
    Not me. You forgot something. Found a toll ticket in the garage, next to your car, for the Kasoa Toll Booth. Didn’t know you went to Kasoa yesterday.
    Barbara’s heart skips a terrible beat. Her face flushes a terrible red, and she is sure her guilt must be written all over her face.
    How stupid of her!
    I … yeah, I wanted to clear my head. Drove around a bit… you know, just to drive this feeling of doom away.
    Doom? And you drove to KASOA to clear the doom? Would there be another ticket in your car to show when you returned? D--n, Barbs, you told me you went to the Embassy to work!
    (tears in her eyes)
    Honey, jeez, what’re you insinuating? I’m not hiding anything from you. There’s a perfectly simple explanation to-
    (shaking his head)
    I’m sure there is, honey, I’m sure there is!
    He turns and leaves her.
    Barbara is too stunned to move for a moment. Her fear is spiralling out of control as it dawns on her that her husband is on to her affair with Steve Hollison.
    She had started the affair with Steve just over a year ago, purely by accident.
    She had freshly miscarried, and she was so very lost. She had been close to Steve because he is the Chief Executive Administrator of Eden Hospital.
    He had also been having trouble over Effe’s inability to have kids. They had been at a staff party when an emergency had arisen.
    Effe and Rupert had left, and Steve had offered to drive her home.
    They had both been drunk at the party. He had touched her thighs on the way home, and then it had started raining, and before they knew what was happening they were in the back seat of his car making love.
    Then they had begun their meetings at the LOVE BED HOTEL.
    It is not that she loves Steve, or that she does not love Rupert.
    She loves her husband very much. Steve is just fun, a way out of her stress, a different body to hold.
    She has been feeling guilty of late, especially since that sad look began creeping into her husband’s eyes.
    She always drives to Kasoa, parks her car, and sits in Steve’s car to the hotel.
    Afterwards he drops her at the Mall where they part ways.
    And now a silly mistake, a toll ticket not thrown away, not disposed of, and suddenly she sees acute pain in the eyes of her husband.
    Barbara scrambles off the bed and rushes out of the bedroom.
    She almost crashes into her stunned housekeeper on her way to the front door.
    Rupe! Rupe! Please wait, honey!
    The gates are closed and the security guard is already inside his booth again.
    Barbara pauses, and rushes back into the bedroom.
    She picks her phone and calls him. It rings, and rings, but he does not pick.
    She sits still, her panic steadily climbing. Rupert had been in the dark about her affair with Steve, the first adulterous relationship she had had in her marriage.
    She had not known how much she loved her husband, but now that Rupert’s trust in her has taken a dent she realizes just how much he means to her.
    She knows she has to be near him. She has to bring him round. To ignore his sudden festering suspicion will make everything end in disaster.
    She gets up to go to the bathroom. She is going to the hospital to see him.
    But first there is something she must do.
    She picks her phone and sends a message to Steve.
    I’M SORRY.
    She waits until the message checks as sent, and then she deletes it from her sent folder.
    She is in the bathroom when she hears her phone ringing. It rings several times.
    When she comes back to the bedroom she checks and sees it is Steve. She sighs and starts to dress up.
    He calls again, and she picks the call.
    Steve. I’m sorry, but it’s over, really.
    (voice raised)
    What bullshit is that, Barbs? Over the phone? A message? Is that how you do it?
    Rupe found a toll booth ticket in my car. Moreover, this thing has been haunting me. I pretended I didn’t care, but seeing Effe all cut up because of your betrayal has been getting me really guilty, because she’s a good woman. And now this. Rupe is a good man, Steve. We better stop this before something really nasty happens!
    Hell Barbs!, not now! I really need you now, baby! This issue with Elaine is really eating me up, baby! I need you now more than ever! Please, baby girl! Let’s meet and sort this out. Let’s talk about this, please.
    I don’t really care, Steve. It was fun with you. We both agreed no strings attached. We had fun, baby boy. It’s now time to move on. I can’t risk losing Rupe. I still love him, Steve. I’m sorry, but it’s over.
    She cuts the call, and does not answer when he keeps calling back.
    When she has finished dressing up she goes out to look for her husband.
    To be continued
    Episode 19
    Chris drives Effe to the Ameyaw-Eden Clinic.
    She asks him to pick her up in five hours, and then he leaves.
    She operates on three patients. The first two were comparatively easy, involving a tumour removal and moulding two titanium legs for a millionaire who had lost both legs in a motor accident.
    The third was a highly complex separation of Siamese twins who shared a common stomach.
    It had been very difficult and had stretched past eight hours, so that by the time she finished Chris had been waiting for three hours.
    Mrs. Ivy Kedem, knowing her daughter usually does not eat when she has surgeries scheduled, decides to take some lunch to her.
    She had been with her husband at the bank to transfer a part of the loan money from Eden Investments to one of their partners in Thailand.
    Afterwards they had shared a lovely meal, and returned to the office with new hope. After work Mr. Kedem decided to go home for the day whilst Ivy drove to the clinic to give her daughter some food before going home.
    She is told Doctor Effe Kedem is still in the theatre. The kind receptionist says she does not know when she will be done, but she can take the food and keep it for her.
    (pursing her lips)
    You believe she would be there for a long time?
    (smiling kindly)
    I wouldn’t be in a position to know, Madam. She was supposed to have finished three hours ago, so I don’t know for how long she would be there.
    Hm. Maybe I’ll wait for a while.
    Alright, Madam. Kindly have a seat. I’ll be finding out the Doctor’s status from time to time and let you know when you could see her.
    Madam Ivy thanks the receptionist, turns and heads for the comfortable chairs, and that is when she sees Chris sitting at the back row fiddling with his phone.
    There are quite a number of people in the reception area.
    An instant look of deep anger and hatred crosses Madam Ivy’s face.
    She moves past all the seats until she is standing close to Chris, who looks up at her and looks into her cold eyes without saying anything.
    Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. A d--n womanizer. Get up, Mr. Bawa, and come with me. I want a word with you, but not here.
    Chris Bawa carefully puts the phone down on the seat beside him.
    He looks at the furious woman standing above him with an expressionless face.
    Good Lord, Ivy-
    (cutting in angrily, explosively)
    MRS. KEDEM to you!
    Chris holds up his hands in a submissive manner.
    Yes, yes, you’re right. I’m sorry, Mrs. Ivy Kedem. I’m not going anywhere with you. Whatever you have to say to me, say it right here!
    Madam Ivy leans down so that her furious face is just inches from Chris’ face.
    You know d--n well what I’m going to say to you can’t be said here! You either go outside with me, now, or you tell me where to meet you so that we can talk about this d--n thing you’re doing!
    (face still cool)
    What am I doing, Mrs. Kedem? Why do you hate me so much? What in the name of God have I done to you?
    I know who you are, boy. I know what you are too! A cheap fraud, an opportunist, a slimy dirty worm who thinks he can squirm his way into my daughter’s heart! I know your type, Mr. Chris Bawa, and believe me, I’m not going to stand and watch you turn my daughter’s life into a nightmare.
    Madam Ivy cannot hide her deep emotional turmoil, and her voice carries to the ears of the people sitting nearby, and they look at her with curiousity.
    You’re making a scene, Mrs. Kedem!
    (her fury spiralling almost out of control)
    Do I look like I give two hoots about who’s looking at me? Jesus, Chris, why Effe? Why do you want to take her for a ride? Is it for the money, is it to show that a lowdown turd like you can get into the panties of a sophisticated girl? Is it to prove to yourself that a poor miserable wretch like you can have any woman you want?
    Chris looks at her straight in the eyes and smiles sadly.
    You have a lot of hate bottled up inside you, I can see. It’s not good to keep things bottled up. You should know better.
    Madam Ivy slaps him so hard that even the onlookers gasp.
    The whole reception area becomes cemetery silent. Madam Ivy is trembling with fury. It is evident she is very close to becoming very violent.
    Don’t you dare tell me about hate, Chris Bawa. You don’t know what real hate is, you bastard! I am not going to allow you to destroy my baby girl.
    Chris still looks at her. The look on his handsome face is almost traumatized for a moment, and then he speaks very softly.
    I have fallen in love with your daughter, Mrs-
    Again Madam Ivy slaps him, this time harder and nastier, leaving terrible welts across Chris’ left cheek.
    The receptionist leaves her desk and approaches, her face is full of panic.
    Please, madam, you can’t assault a visitor like that, please! If you don’t stop it I’ll have to call security!
    Chris looks at the receptionist with sad eyes.
    It’s okay, lady. It’s okay.
    Are you okay, sir?
    Chris nods and smiles at her reassuringly. The receptionist gives Madam Ivy a baleful, scornful look, and then she goes back reluctantly to her desk.
    Chris looks at the fuming Madam Ivy. Her fists are balled tightly, and she is breathing hard, as if fighting to remain calm.
    (his voice now menacing)
    That is enough, Mrs. Kedem. If you hit me again, I promise you it would be a mistake.
    (hissing at him)
    What, you will hit me too? Are you going to assault me like you did Jonathan Afful?
    Chris shakes his head.
    No. That’s the last thing I’ll ever do. I don’t hit women. But if you do it again I’ll tell Effe, and I’ll tell your husband. Like I said, I’ve fallen head over heels in love with your daughter. I didn’t want it to happen, and I don’t know when or how it happened. I’ve not even told her. She’s hurting badly, and I want her to heal completely, and be sure of what she wants. If it turns out that she can be able to love me back, Mrs. Kedem, then I’ll devote my life to her, and I’ll respect you as a mother-in-law. If she loves me back, and wants me, then I’ll love her with all my heart, and you can’t stop me.
    Madam Ivy draws very near to Chris. She pushes her face almost into his, and when she speaks it is with deep hatred and pent-up fury.
    Over my dead body, Chris Bawa. Even if she loves you, even if she wants you, I’ll make d--n sure that you never have my Effe. I know your type, and I know you’re as filthy as you’re despicable. You’ll never have Effe. Do you hear me, Chris Bawa? NEVER!!
    She turns round in uncontrolled fury.
    Everybody is watching her. She strides to the desk and slams down the pack of food on the desk.
    Are you leaving now?
    Give that to my daughter!
    She pushes the glass doors open violently and goes outside.
    All the people now turn their gaze on Chris. He nods, and then he picks his phone again. Those nearest to him see that his hands are shaking.
    A few moments later he stands up and shoves the phone into his pocket, and just then Effe comes out through a door.
    Their eyes meet.
    She looks very shaken. She walks towards him, but a moment later the door behind her opens again and Dr. Ameyaw emerges with an elderly couple.
    The doctor calls Effe’s name, and she stops and turns. Dr. Ameyaw hugs her, and then the elderly couple also hug her.
    The elderly woman seems to be thanking Effe profusely, but Effe only nods.
    Effe then begins to walk again, but when Dr. Ameyaw calls her again she does not stop this time. When she reaches the desk the receptionist stops her and talks to her, obviously telling her about her mother.
    She extends the food package, but Effe shakes her head, and turns away from the reception.
    She folds her arms across her chest and walks towards Chris. He waits for her, and she stops in front of him.
    He sees her eyes are large, filled with unshed tears.
    She looks like a little lost girl, and the love he feels for her explodes through his heart and unto his face.
    Hello, Precious.
    Heard my Mama came earlier with some food.
    Yeah. You rejected it.
    Not hungry. Did she see you? Was she nasty again?
    Chris shakes his head and smiles.
    Nah. She was a mother. She was being a real, loving mother. She just told me just how much she loves you.
    She nods, tries to speak, and then her whole body begins to shake uncontrollably and tears suddenly burst out of her eyes.
    (through her tears)
    Oh, Chris! I lost him! I lost him!
    Chris reaches for her, her pain cutting him badly. He takes her into his arms.
    Hey, hey, Doc. Take it easy! Take it easy! You lost who, Steve?
    She can’t stop crying, holding tightly on to him.
    No, silly! One of the Siamese twins! I could only save one!
    He does not understand what she’s talking about, but he holds her tightly as she weeps.
    It’s okay, Precious!
    No! No! I tried so hard to save both of them. They were joined at the stomach but the other one was small, so under-developed! Their parents don’t have any children! She got pregnant at forty-five years! When I separated them the frail one died! It was as if that little tot sacrificed his life so that his brother could live. I tried, Chris! I tried so hard!
    (tenderly, lovingly)
    Hush, hush, my love, my Precious! You did more than your best, because you’re the best. Any other Doctor would’ve lost both. Is that their parents behind you? They’re so happy. Don’t blame yourself so much, Precious. I’m sure they are very grateful to you. At least they have one son to adore.
    She clings to him and cries bitterly with a breaking heart. Chris holds her and smooths her hair.
    He feels so helpless. He wishes there is something he can do for her, to help her, to take her pain away.
    A man’s name is called out. He stands up. He has been sitting beside Chris. He pauses and whispers to Chris.
    Is this Doctor the reason why the woman dey tow tow your ears like that?
    Chris smiles and nods.
    Charley! She be fine rough! Make you no lef am!
    Chris smiles again and nods. The man winks and moves on.
    Effe lifts a tear-streaked face to him.
    Who was that man?
    Chris shrugs and wipes her tears away with a thumb, but more tears drip down.
    A friend I just made. He was saying goodbye.
    Takeme away from her, Chris.
    You wanna go home?
    Effe shakes her head.
    No. Not home.
    Where do you want to go, Precious?
    I don’t know. Just take me somewhere, anywhere I can be alone with you for a while, Chris.
    He looks searchingly into her eyes. He has never seen a more beautiful woman in his life.
    Without a word, he scoops her into his arms and carries her outside.
    He opens the door of his taxi, and she sits down. He closes the door, goes round it, and gets into the driver’s seat.
    A moment later he drives away.
    He didn’t notice Madam Ivy still in her car which is parked a few meters away from where Chris’ car had been.
    She is gripping the steering-wheel so tightly that her knuckles stand out almost white.
    You’re going to pay, Chris Bawa! I’m going to make you suffer for this, you bastard!!
    To be continued
    Episode 20
    Effe’s gloom persists as they drive along. She sits huddled in her seat, slipping in and out of dozes as Chris drives.
    She is a good surgeon, and always delivers more than her best efforts when she dons surgical gear and picks up surgical instruments.
    She is a professional who knows that sometimes some battles in the theatre just can’t be won, and she is strong enough to move on when the unfortunate happens.
    But the other day she has experienced a vulnerability she has never experienced before.
    The Siamese twins had been having it tough. There had been no hope of their survival.
    Seeing their innocent pretty faces, she had been touched somewhere deep in her heart.
    The other baby will be fine, but she had lost the other one. Try as hard as she could, she hadn’t been able to save the tot.
    Maybe it is a mixture of the strong emotions she has been experiencing these past days, and the fact that she is also in desperate need of a child.
    She had spent a wonderful evening with Chris at a recreational garden, and he had later dropped her off at home, but she had not been able to sleep.
    She knew, as the night approached, that she was too restless to be alone, and so she had called him again, and he had come to take her out.
    She had not asked where they were going. He always surprised her, and she loved it.
    She begins to doze again and suddenly the car comes to a stop.
    Hm. Almost.
    Good. We’re here.
    She sits up slowly.
    Your place?
    She looks round. It is quite dark. She looks at the time on the dashboard of the car. It is approaching 10.00 p.m.
    She does not recognize where they are. There is an arch-like structure in front of her, and it is the entrance into a place which is fenced by walls so high she is startled.
    It reminds her of prison walls, although this wall is covered with the most beautiful stone designs she has ever seen.
    There is a sign on each side of the arch that says:
    Chris? Where are we?
    He smiles.
    (with a chuckle)
    Come with me and see.
    He is parked at a marked parking space in front of the building. He gets out, comes round the car, and opens the door for her.
    She gets up and stretches, and then sees the beautiful neon-lit sign at the top of the arch:
    (in an awed voice)
    What is this place?
    Steve locks the car doors with the remote. He walks with her to the entrance of the arch.
    The doors are glass, but there is a Security Post at the entrance. A large security man appears from the booth and faces them.
    Hello, welcome to WaterWorld.
    Thank you, Boss. May we go in?
    The man’s smile vanishes and he looks grim suddenly.
    May I see your membership card, please?
    Chris looks at Effe and smiles sheepishly.
    I don’t have a membership card. Mr. Bernard Kutin told me I could come here anytime and spend some hours here.
    The security guard begins to shake his head.
    Mr. Kutin? The owner?
    Effe is beginning to feel a little bit uncomfortable.
    What’s this place, Chris? And who’s this Mr. Kutin? Another man whose wife you know?
    I know him and his wife. I’ve been buying kelewele and hausa kooko for his wife when she was pregnant. I had to drive to Odorkor almost every evening to buy his wife hausa kooko and kelewele. Mr. Kutin told me I could come here anytime.
    But that is not done, Sir! You need a Membership Card to enter. It is for members only.
    Mr. Kutin told me I could come here anytime. Call him and ask him.
    Effe takes Chris’ arm and laughs.
    Let’s get out of here, Chris. You should’ve called this Kutin ahead of time. Now it seems we’re embarrassing ourselves.
    Suddenly a car approaches the entrance. It is a very beautiful and sleek Mercedes Benz. Chris and Effe step to one side.
    The car stops and the window rolls down. The man inside is dressed in an expensive-looking black suit and white shirt with a matching black tie. He is thin and has a shock of iron-grey hair.
    Aha, Mr. Katoto, you can help us out here. This gentleman says he’s a friend of Mr. Kutin. He’s here without a membership card.
    The man glances at Chris, takes in his T-Shirt and jeans with disdain and flicks his wrist to look at his watch.
    Hello. I’m Annor Katoto, General Manager of WaterWorld. I’m afraid you need a membership card to enter WaterWorld. And it is very expensive.
    Chris throws up his hands in exasperation.
    But Mr. Kutin said I could come any time. Call him and ask him!
    Chris, please, stop making a scene! Let’s go to your place, or take me home, please.
    Listen, young man, even if what you say is true, Mr. Kutin is out of town. He’s in Paris as we speak. Now, if we had even been able to call him, he would’ve directed us to give you a place at the Economy Tower. All the Economy Towers and the Regular Towers are booked. What is left is the Premier Towers and the Executive Towers.
    So why can’t we have the Premier Towers?
    The security guard laughs. Effe is now getting very embarrassed. She grips Chris’ arm hard.
    Chris, please! Let’s get out of here.
    Young man, the Premier Towers are a thousand five hundred cedis a night. If you can come another time, maybe.
    Why don’t you just call Mr. Kutin?
    (his voice now harsh, angry and filled with disdain)
    Why don’t YOU call him, young man?
    Chris shrugs.
    Okay, fine, I will. I didn’t store his number. It’s on the card, I guess.
    He takes out his wallet, opens it, flips some compartments, and then he retrieves a very beautiful gold-laminated card.
    At the sight of the card the security man gasps, and Mr. Katoto’s face is suddenly filled with panic.
    He gets out of his Mercedes quickly and takes the card from Chris.
    (voice now gentle and a bit unsteady)
    Why didn’t you say he gave you a Gold Pass? Please, did you bring any luggage, Mister….?
    Chris. Chris Bawa.
    Sorry, sorry! I’m extremely sorry. Open the gates, Mr. Danso!
    Yes, sir!
    The security man presses a button, and the big bar across the entrance lifts up, and the huge glass gates slide open.
    Mr. Katoto opens the back seat of his Mercedes.
    Please, do sit down. Did you bring any luggage?
    Effe and Chris slide into the back of the sleek Mercedes.
    Mr. Katoto climbs in behind the wheel, and drives through the entrance.
    Effe looks at Chris for a long time, and when he looks at her she smiles, and doesn’t bother to hide her profound admiration.
    She has never been this impressed with any man in her life. He is looking at her with a goofy expression on his face, and she smiles with her heart on her face, and reaches out to grasp his hand.
    The car rounds a bend, and she gasps at the sheer beauty she sees.
    It looks like a scene straight out of a fantasy.
    There are administration buildings, well-demarcated car parks, breath-taking gardens and scenery.
    What blows her mind are the buildings on the water.
    It is a rather large expanse of water, maybe a man-made lake.
    The buildings are mostly made with glass, and they are standing right on top of the water on metallic stilts.
    The lake is well-lit with romantic colours. The buildings are not too tall, but they are demarcated by beautiful fantasy figures that rise from the lake.
    (with amazement)
    My Lord! Are you sure we’re in Ghana? This is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen!
    (smiling a pompous smile)
    Are you glad we came here?
    She looks up at him and raises a hand and touches his face tenderly.
    You’re a very bad boy, Chris Bawa! I love it!
    Mr. Katoto drives on a well-lit street along the waterfront, then goes in a curve to another waterfront and then he stops.
    He opens his door.
    Please, come with me.
    They also get out.
    Effe sees that there are lighted glass booths along the bank of the lake, and little canoes fitted with outboard motors.
    A smartly-dressed young man emerges from one of the booths.
    Waow. I love this place!
    Mr. Katoto addresses the young man.
    Attah, kindly take our guests to Executive Tower Four.
    Kindly like our page:
    Yes, sir, Mr. Katoto!
    The General Manager turns to them and smiles sheepishly.
    (in a humbled voice)
    You can stay for as long as you want, please. You should’ve told me you had a personal gold card from Mr. Kutin. I’m sure you wouldn’t tell Mr. Kutin that we gave you a bad reception.
    Well, I for one-
    Effe clamps a hand on Chris’ mouth and smiles as she addresses Mr. Katoto.
    You did what a good manager should do, Mr. Katoto. And we’re most pleased with your help. We would let Mr. Kutin know what a great assistance you gave us.
    Thank you, thank you, Madam. Have a great stay. Let me know if you need anything. Perhaps you would care for something to nibble on? I recommend our special chicken, beef and lamb nibs.
    Hmm, my mouth is watering already. We would appreciate that very much, thank you!
    Mr. Katoto beams with satisfaction, shakes their hands, gives the gold card back to Chris, and then helps them get into one of the canoes.
    Attah starts the engine and drives them across to a secluded C-shaped building on the lake.
    When Effe enters, she is knocked for six at the amazing luxurious interior. It is the most beautiful room she has ever entered.
    Wow. This is beautiful!
    The curtains are classic venetian blinds, the carpet ankle deep and oriental. The L-shaped seats are of the highest quality leather. The whole decor, complete with a mini-bar, is absolutely classic.
    There is a dining area, a relaxation area that opens unto a porch over the lake, and a small study replete with shiny oak desk, chair, drawers and other office accoutrements.
    An ornate oak door opens into an exquisite bedroom, and the bed itself is from a fantasy.
    Designed from an artist’s best dreams, it is round shaped, draped with the softest spreads, and adorned by a breath-taking spectral lace that flows from the four banisters around the bed.
    The lights, embedded in the ceiling and from splendid chandeliers in the corners, cast a romantic glow on everything.
    The whole right side of the bedroom is glass, giving an amazing view of the lake and its spectacular lights.
    At the foot of the bed is a wall-sized mirror.
    Effe’s mouth is wide open as she heads to the bathroom and sees the full Jacuzzi and the water closet that looks like a miniature bed.
    She goes back with bated breath to the glass wall, and looks at the lake.
    She has never seen anything so beautiful.
    The bedroom door opens and she turns slowly. He’s standing in the doorway. Their eyes meet, and in that moment they know a magic web has been formed, a web of love that is almost going to be impossible to break.
    I love it here.
    (with a smile)
    It is beautiful, isn’t it?
    She nods.
    Have you been here before? I mean have you brought another woman here, before, ever?
    No. Precious. Mr. Katoto would’ve recognized me, wouldn’t he?
    I guess.
    There is an awkward tension between them, a strong awareness and charged atmosphere that is almost impossible to bear.
    Oh. They brought Meat Nibs. Would care to eat now?
    She stares at him without speaking for a moment. And then she shakes herself out of her reverie and speaks softly.
    Come and look at this view.
    She turns back to the scene. She feels him behind her. His hands touch her waist first, and she shivers, her breath short.
    She moves back slowly into him, and his arms go around her, strong, sure, comforting.
    Effe closes her eyes and drops her hands to hold his arms. He draws her closer, and she arches her neck back to accept his descending lips, and her eyes are closed.
    It is a magical moment in a magical room. She couldn’t have wished for a better place to be kissed.
    His lips traces a hot trail down her throat, her earlobes, her shoulder…
    She could feel him trembling slightly.
    For a moment his arms slacken around her and he tries to pull back, but she turns fully into his arms and drapes her arms around his neck, pulling his head down, kissing him hungrily.
    He pulls back.
    (breathless, almost crying)
    Don’t speak, Chris!
    (whispering, urgently)
    Effe, my Precious, my love, my breath… Are you sure? Please, are you-
    Yes, Chris, oh yes…
    He crushes her to him. His mouth bruises hers as he loses all restraints, all inhibitions.
    She meets his fervour with a hunger of her own, her hands sweeping his T-Shirt up, her hands roving his hairy and taut belly.
    She feels his lips on her throat, his hand coming up, loving her breasts, sweetening her nipples. Blindly he reaches out and unties the sash of the curtain hooks, making the curtains fall over the glass, covering the glass wall.
    Effe steps from him. She has never felt such unrestrained, base hunger. She unzips her skirt and steps out of it.
    She is not shy, she feels liberated, loved, needed.
    He comes for her as his jeans come off.
    They fall on the bed with fervour, helping each other to undress.
    They both marvel at the depths of the power taking over them. He sits back on his haunches as he looks at her, and on his face is a love and adoration so deep it warms its way straight to her heart.
    Her eyes trail him, and rests on his hardness.
    (in a hoarse whisper)
    Oh, Effe! You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen! I love you, Precious, I love you with every breath in me!
    She holds out her arms to him. Her heart is too full of emotions for words.
    Only the tears that creep down the sides of her face tell the story of her heart… and they are not tears of pain this time.
    She knows, as he draws closer to her, that this is it. This is the cut they all talk about. This is love, as it should be.
    Unselfish, beautiful, eternal love.
    She has been able to get over the jaws of pain Steve has given her, but she knows – as his hands expertly roves over her body, revealing spots she has never known existed, waking up pleasure zones she has never experienced – that if this man hurts her there will be no recovery.
    They give each other as they haven’t given before. They are so engrossed, so fitted, so aligned, so fused in each other that it feels almost spiritual.
    She draws him tighter, and he grabs her almost as if he wants to merge their bodies into one.
    And then she begins to tremble, and he trembles with her, and she cries out, and he cries with her, and then he screams, and she can’t scream because she can’t stand the power of the volcano that is threatening to demolish them.
    None of them has known such force, such total magic, the indescribable pleasure of a mutual o----m.
    They scream now in the throes of mutual ecstasy, breathing harshly on the crescent of the love wave.
    They lay panting, unable to speak for a long time, arms still holding each other, limbs still intertwined as if letting go will take a special kind of magic away.
    Neither speak though… in a couple of minutes they are both sleeping as deeply as any human can sleep.
    And some time after, deep in the night, she wakes up, and reaches for him again.
    And later he reaches for her again.
    And again she reaches for him later.
    And again…
    To be continued

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    perfect match


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