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    My first novel here, feel free to correct in a constructive manner. 😀 So lets get the show on the road. I'm going to start again for the new people who may want to read.


    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media used in this book are fictitious and are the product of the author's imagination. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, recording or any information storage and retrieval system without prior written permission of the author.
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    Episode 1

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    ''Tell me what you want'' she whispered holding his neck close to her face. She smelt of talcum powder and something else but as much as I tried, I could not get wriggle my neck from her grasp. Perhaps I wanted it this way; I was tired of fighting her or playing the dumb game.

    ''Come and see what I have in store for you. I went to the market and even chopped the leaves myself. I did everything from the scratch.''

    ''You know this is not about food'' I groaned; I could feel everything within me getting weaker by the minute.

    ''It is about food'' she purred winking at me. ''You can eat your meal at the table or on my bed; take your pick. I want you and there is nothing you can do about it.''

    She gave me a kiss and I fell hook, line and sinker. I kissed her deeply and followed her like a young child clinging on to the hands of her mother. We got to her bedroom door and I paused to kiss her again. There was something about her lips, it reminded me of fine wine and I was getting drunk by the minute. She laughed loud and tilted her head backwards ''Phewww! I will not let you kill me'' she teased. She pulled my arms and closed her door with a bang. I was gone!


    I sat on the bed huffing and puffing trying to catch my breath. I had just had my bath yet it felt I was just coming out of the treacherous Lagos heat. She beat me mercilessly and with the terrible news I just received, it was a recipe for disaster. I wanted to run to the bath and bury myself in my tub but then I hissed in frustration. There was no bath! I hated this house and everything that came along with it. It was ok while I was a bachelor but suddenly my needs had changed and with Abike living with me, my prized bachelor pad had become a matchbox! Soon she would be home and I could already imagine the look of optimism on her face. However with my hopes dashed what was I to present? It was annoying to say the least. Sometimes I think I rushed into this thing called marriage too early but then again I don’t think so. I was ready and knew what I wanted; I had dated Abike for so long and could not imagine life without her. We were barely a year into our marriage and the storm of life had rocked my boat but besides that it was all fine until I lost my job. I placed a hand around my neck and it felt clammy; the bathroom was calling me again and I dived in with my birthday suit. I'd had enough of the soap and sponge and so I let the water do the talking this time around. It poured from the shower and made a puddle at my feet. I stared at the mirror opposite wondering when this madness was going to end.

    ''Who dey house?'' Abike teased. I heard her wiping her feet against the mat outside the bedroom.

    ''Come in if you are young and beautiful'' I said rising from the bed.

    She had a smile plastered on her beautiful face. She was holding a black nylon and the smell of roasted corn wafted across the room. She kicked her slippers outside the door (very typical of her and untypical of me) and planted a kiss on my lips. ''See what I got'' she said stretching out her hands. ''Thank you dear'' I said with a wry smile.

    ''I know don’t tell me she whispered''

    ''Yeah yeah!'' I said nodding my head while I reached out for a corn and began attacking it earnestly.
    She got up with a sigh and said something about dinner only to return immediately ''but you said it was great, I don’t understand. How could it have gone so well and ended in disappointment? I don’t know what we are doing wrong oh. I am just weak honestly and to think this is the second time this is happening.''

    Now this is what I hate about women. A while ago, she told me ''don’t tell me'' and now she was leading the crusade for ''please tell me more'' but I was not willing to oblige. I had a long and tiring day and if I had to be honest, I didn’t give a toss about what she was preparing anyway. I can almost swear it is the burnt out ogbolo soup she is re warming anyway - no thank you and I will not be a partaker. I lost my appetite long ago and I was doing this corn a favour by eating it!

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    Episode 2

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    I sat starring at her like a young sailor lost at sea. I could look into her eyes all day long. There were brown and beautiful and Lord Almighty, this girl was bold. She was staring at me and smiling like the seductress she knew she was. I've never met a girl this bold in all my years on God's green earth. I've had my few scraps with girls but nothing this intense. For heaven's sake, she pulled her bra and panties on her own! She reminded me of Sharon Stone and so far I think I was failing her. I think she is great but the problem is I am a rookie and with all the stunts she has been pulling, I know she is a pro. She is going to floor me and put me to shame right on this rickety bed.

    She is a pale skinned beautiful woman with an amazing leg that I can stare at all day. However for all she is worth, she does not come close to my Abike. Abike, Abike, I push that name aside feeling guilty as sin. I think I have lost this battle already and there is no need crying over spilled milk. I am in the arms of lust and she has a firm grip on me.

    ''Are you just going to keep staring at me all day long'' she says tickling me with her small toes.

    ''I want to get it right'' I say with a smile.

    ''And you have gotten it right lover boy. That was the best foreplay of my life'' she said with a laugh. ''Would you rather eat first'' she says trying to stand up. I hold her down to the bed and whisper ''no''.

    ''I've not done this before, cant you tell?''

    ''Nooooo! You are joking dude'' she says playfully slapping my chest.

    ''And why would I joke. Every man started as a boy''

    ''But your girlfriend, you mean you guys have not…''

    ''No and let's not talk about her'' I said in a guilt ridden voice. ''Please anything else but not her.''

    ''I am sorry that was not my intention. I feel honoured you would pick me to be your first and I would give you a treat - one that you would never forget. I want you to relax and let me school you. Where is your condom?''
    Immediately, I felt severely stupid; so daft I wanted to bang my head against the wall repeatedly. I was not planning on doing this today and of course I came unprepared. I tried to stand on my feet but she pushed me back towards the pillow.
    ''I told you to relax'' she said quietly. She pulled open a drawer by her side and brought out a packet of condom; nothing like the popular brand we are used to seeing in this region. She pushed the wrapper aside and sat astride me. I began to speak in tongues in my head.


    ''So what was their reason again?'' Abike asked for the umpteenth time.

    ''They gave me none'' I said exasperated to the core. I didn’t know if I was tired of her incessant questions or the fact I didn’t quite know how the process went downhill.

    We just returned from church but I wished it was a weekday instead. At least she would have been at her baking school and I would be stalking the internet for a job - any job. I was getting desperate at this stage and was slowly getting off my high horse. I am ashamed to say the last interview was for the position of a Customer Care Representative. Oh yes, I was that desperate! Having worked in the banking industry for so many years and having to retire unceremoniously, (through no fault of mine I must add) I believed I could jump right in the job wagon but I must confess it was proving more difficult than I first imagined. It was only 6 months and yet I was beginning to feel the heavy burden on my fragile shoulders. The banking industry was a real b itch and she had tossed me around really bad. They always say live your professional career in the bank as though it were your last day but it didn’t make sense until that fateful morning.

    I had worked at Bode Thomas branch straight out of NYSC. It was only 3 years but I was just getting my feet off the ground when tragedy struck. I didn’t even see the unfortunate email (who does that? Sends an email informing you of your compulsory redundancy) before my colleague Dipo burst into my cubicle with the now famous phrase ''d--n it! I just got fired. What about you? Guy e go rough oooooooo!''
    Immediately I began to sweat; I just bought a car, renewed my lease for a year and spent a huge chunk of my savings on my dream wedding to Abike two months ago.

    [ author=touchmeder post=24372770]''Check your email now, you just dey come from lunch? The thing don drop reach close to 25 minutes now o.'' Dipo continued tapping his foot by my side.

    I looked around and saw Mariam (the lace wig wearing bleached skinned babe) crying while Madam (my immediate boss) was banging her fist on the table. Dipo was still there starring at me with his eyes as wide as saucers; waiting to welcome me into the army of disengaged soldiers. Olorun maje nor be me. Carry your load go front.

    I got up with great difficulty and excused myself. By the time I returned, Dipo was gone and I could no longer access my email. So while others were crying, complaining, calling their loved ones, moaning, and asking questions on their last pay, I was left wondering yet refusing to believe I was part of the disbanded army.
    I didn’t tell Abike anything that night and the next day I returned to work with my well starched stripped shirt. A lady I had never seen before approached my desk the moment I sat down and began toying with my keyboard.

    ''I'm afraid I don’t think that will work.''

    ''Pardon me'' I asked praying against my worst fear.''

    ''I am Efe the new manager running this department. I believe you were among the persons who received the email yesterday?''

    ''I didn’t receive any email'' I said slowly starring into her eyes.

    She was a pudgy woman perhaps in her mid forties or even earlier. When you are that big, there is a tendency to be mistaken for a much older person so I can be excused for my earlier calculation. She was not pretty but neat - as neat as a pin.

    ''I'm sorry but I am just going to run through my list again'' she said retreating like a scared cow. ''Sorry what did you say your name was again?''

    ''I didn’t tell you my name'' I replied with a blank stare. She paused and looked at me with an equally blank expression on her face and then she walked towards me ready for a showdown.

    ''I don’t mean to be funny or argue with you but I am well acquainted with everyone on my list. You are not on that list and not in my department. We can make this tougher but I don’t know why you would want that. Why don’t you try logging in with your ID and password and if that does not work, then you know what you should have known yesterday.''

    I continued starring at her while she starred back at me waiting for me to carry out her instruction. B itch there is no way you gonna make me type crap! She turned and walked away in disgust seeing that I had refused to move a muscle. Yeah that’s right, run and tell your superiors to come and speak to me. I got this job the old fashioned way and not like some of you slu ts now turned managers. You want me to leave, go tell Mr Yakubu and co to fire me with dignity!

    ''God have mercy on us'' she said walking into my arms. She pushed them aside and sat on my laps while planting kiss on my lips. Then she smoothened the imaginary lines underneath my eyes and kissed me again; this time passionately.

    ''It's being a while my husband. Abi we nor go do again because of condition?'' I laughed out loud; she always made me smile anytime she spoke in pidgin. It was the quickest way to break the wall between us.

    ''I wan do you but I ache everywhere dear.''

    ''Let me give you a massage then'' she said kissing me again. I'd had enough by this time and I gently pulled away heading for the parlour.

    ''Please dear, not today. I can't see this happening today.''

    ''Okay so when?'' she asked walking behind me. I knew this mood quite well and I prayed she would leave me alone.

    ''Don’t do this Abike, not tonight. Don’t be like this''

    ''I'm not doing nothing. I am just asking when would be a convenient time. Do I write out a time table or something and stick it above our bed? Sometimes I think you are self centred but you don’t realize it. I am the one swinging from molue all day while you sit pretty in your car. I get tired myself but I hardly say no but when it's my turn, all I hear is stories.''

    ''Abike I drop you off every morning and it's not my fault you can't drive. Secondly when was the last time I demanded for s ex? Say the truth and let the devil be ashamed. I am worked up like a blo ody farmer during a famine. I have no job and we are living on my fast depleting savings. Why do you think it is a great time to do this and possibly make a baby.''

    ''Please, please say anything and everything but don’t even go there. God who gives children will take care of them. I told you what your mother said the other day didn’t I? When a woman is not pregnant, who do people begin to stare at? You make me a laughing stock while you come out smelling like roses. We've carried on this charade for far too long and I am tired'' she cried.

    I was utterly disgusted. Sometimes Abike made me wonder who I feel in love with. ''You know what, I give up on you. You are a graduate and I believe a matured woman yet you allow people's opinion push you around. I didn’t impose this on you, we agreed as a family to hold this thing off until one of us had a stable job and now look at what you are saying. I am doing this for our own good Abike and you know there is no hidden agenda here. If you go ahead and get prgnant, how will you train the child? Is it my savings or your 50 kobo cake you virtually give out for free?

    ''50kobo cake?'' She asked raising an eyebrow. She opened her mouth to say something but shut it again. Immediately I felt stupid. She was doing her best to stay afloat and the last thing she needed was an unsupportive husband. She was a graduate of Library studies and in typical Nigerian style, she had struggled to find a job after her NYSC days. Her course was an obstacle and she knew it.

    I remember those nights she cried each time she opened her book ''this is not what I wanted to study. I hate this course, tell me what sort of job I would get with a course like this?'' Alas she was not willing to take JAMB again and I didn't support that. I had studied her and I believed she could achieve her goal irrespective of the degree she got. It was not like she longed to be a surgeon or lawyer else I would have encouraged her to take JAMB again.

    It was a good thing she had a knack of business and was interested in anything that could be baked. I encouraged her the moment she landed in Lagos and fortunately I had the money to pay for her exorbitant baking fees when I did.

    ''Dear I am sorry. When I said not tonight, I hope you see what I meant. I am not in the right frame of mind and I am open to saying a whole load of drivel if given the opportunity. By the way your cakes are great and you know it.''
    She walked towards me and sat by my side holding my hand.

    ''I am not angry. I know when you talk and when you allow anger overwhelm you. The cakes are cheap now but that is because I am building my customer base. And I know they are not so terrible because you gobble them up!''

    I smiled at her but she remained pensive ''a child is a blessing my husband. Who knows if this child we are preventing is the one that will herald our good fortunes? You are not God and you can't plan for everything. Look at where your well laid career plans have taken you to. Let us allow God do this thing and trust him like a baby would.''

    I looked at her and the last trace of anger melted away. She could be annoying (like me) but this was why I married her. She was beautiful, virtuous, hardworking, intelligent and wise beyond her years.

    ''Abike you will do everything to get in my pants tonight and that includes quarrelling or giving a pep talk'' I said with a laugh.

    Finally she smiled - another storm had been averted.

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    Episode 3

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    ''The girl fine sha.'' Charles said s-----g the life out of his bone. Afterwards he began to crack it like a local dog.

    ''She fine die.'' I responded quickly nodding my head in agreement.

    ''You like what you see ehn? Is that your school girl friend slowly fading away?'' he asked with a smile playing on his lips.

    I looked at him in disbelief ''fade away for where? That girl is my one and only true love but this babe… this babe set die. Did you see that waist calling out to me?'' Nor be me dey cry 'your waist your waist' na the waist dey cry give me. We began laughing again and I nearly choked on my meal. I pushed the plate aside and yelled out to Mama Patience.

    I discovered this place like a dog chasing a bone and I've never eaten anywhere since. I had gone further to recruit my roommate, Charles although Mama Patience didn’t seem to appreciate my effort. When i asked her for a discount she was quick to remind me, ''na my market dey bring dem come. Food wen sweet, dey use im own mouth call customer. If I reduce all my customer money, how I go train my children make dem do NYSC like una?''

    I was serving in the South South region of Nigeria and there was nothing exciting about this place yet. However I was glad to be out of my mother's hair and that city that refused to let me out of her grasp. Well it was partly my fault; this was the only place I knew. Although I was not an indigene, I was born tere, raised there, attended primary, secondary school and University. Virtually everything I know revolved around Benin and its environs.
    I tried to leave during my tertiary years but everybody said I would be the biggest fool to ignore the greatest University this side of the region and so I stayed put. I went ahead to study Banking and Finance at the prestigious University of Benin and needless to say, I enjoyed my time there.
    So permit me to take back my earlier statement and say this has been the most exciting place I have visited since my last trip to Lagos. It was rugged, the mosquitoes were merciless, the power was epileptic, the students were not ready to learn and the accommodation (provided by the school) was a mess but I loved it here. The air was clean, the fruits were fresh, and water pure. I had eaten all manner of fish and had even discovered mussels and crabs! 😮 I am ashamed to admit, I never realized Nigeria was this blessed.

    ''Madam, shebi you go fry akara tomorrow?'' Charles asked while reaching for his wallet.

    I met his during our time at Camp. He was this rich kid from Lagos who tried to pretend he was not and I liked him straight away. He was witty, honest and forthright. If you didn’t know him well enough, you may think he was proud but I thought he was a great guy. We were posted to the same Secondary School and when we were lead to our abode, I nearly wept.

    ''No chance!'' Charles announced and I knew he meant it, so I stuck around like glue to an envelope. Soon enough, we found an accommodation outside the school premises but it was outside my reach. I had to beg my mother so hard, my mouth nearly fell off my face!

    ''The school did not provide accommodation for you people?'' She asked, ''I find that hard to believe son.''

    I could not lie to her. She had struggled to cater for myself and my two younger brothers with the paltry salary of a civil servant. I was the graduate now and I should not be the one making demands on her. In actual fact, I should the one paying for my younger one's fees but alas I could not help myself.

    ''Mum, if you see this place they want human beings to stay ehn, you will weep for your boy. I can't even keep my dog there!''

    ''Okay, let me see what I can come up with at the end of this month. Now talking about dog, we lost another puppy last night.'' Another alsatian dog gone just like that? Nor be money I use take train their mama and now it's time to reap my harvest I can't?

    I was livid but I had to contain myself and direct my anger at the appropriate quarters - my younger brothers. ''Thanks mum but what happened again nah? I leave Benin and they allow those dogs die like agric fowl? Mum, please give the phone to Edward or Junior.''

    The new accommodation was situated in an enclosed compound with small self contained flats scattered around - a typical student abode with more ladies occupying most rooms. It comprised of a small room, kitchenette, shower and toilet. It was basic but it was a palace compared to the accommodation provided by the school. Charles was kind enough to complete the deposit and first rent without my contribution. I don't think he cared about what I had to offer since he would have gone ahead without my help. However, I didn’t like to live off the good will of any man, so I promised to pay at the end of the month just like my mother had promised.


    [ author=touchmeder post=24373406]Abike was moving the dummy around while trying to smoothen the fondant with a white object.

    ''A turn table would have been better'' she said with the concentration of a surgeon.

    ''A what?'' I asked. Every day I was inundated with one new instrument or another. I was fast losing their names but I was glad she was making progress.

    I was also grateful for she was an understanding wife especially in these trying times. She had nerves of steel and rarely made unnecessary demands. Initially, when we began dating, I felt she was shy and would display her true colour but she proved me wrong. I was fascinated by this trait and spent money on her whenever I could. It pained me I could not carry on like I used to, especially now she was my wife. Na now she suppose enjoy my money nah.

    ''It's taking shape'' she announced patting the pink fondant with her hand. I eyed her from the corner of my eye and saw a portion coming off but I said nothing.

    ''I am going to mould my character and place it on the top tomorrow or perhaps i should practise on the bow'' she said dusting her hands on her skirt and walking in my direction.

    ''What do you think?'' she asked pointing at the pink object on the dining table.

    ''I called Charles this afternoon'' I replied, not meaning to ignore her last question. My mind was miles away and I hoped she understood.

    ''What did he say this time?'' She asked in an excited tone.

    ''Same old crap, they are not recruiting at the moment but this time around, I was relentless. Am I your friend when the going is good? Fancy calling me to complain about the cold and his oyibo baby mama while I remain jobless and stuck in this hellhole.'' Give me three baby mama's and your navy kapli if your life is that bad! You think you are suffering with your clean car, good roads, constant electricity, small mortgage and decent job? Then come and trade places with me nah?

    ''My husband, I hope you were not rude o! Don't make him feel guilty for your present predicament. Na help e wan help you before.''

    ''Abike bone jareeeee!'' I cried out. ''If that guy was in Nigeria, he would have gotten that job like that'' I said snapping my fingers in anger.

    ''My brother is enjoying Canada and he has forgotten all about our life in the village.''


    ''Morning!'' She cried squeezing past me. She carried a blue bucket and I swallowed hard when I saw her backside. So far she has been teasing me without mercy. It was either her pretty face from afar or her retreating figure. I wanted to run after her and strike up a conversation but I felt it would have been too awkward. There should be an offence against ladies moving around in nothing but flimsy wrapper especially after having a bath. I heard the ''swish swish, swish'' sound of her slippers as she turned into a corner. I was mesmerized; I didn’t even have the decency to reply her greeting - how rude!

    It was only a week after we moved in and the inhabitants of our small compound were having a party later that weekend. I was ironing my yellow shirt before NEPA showed me who was boss and Charles didn’t seem to understand why I was this excited.

    ''What is the occasion?'' he asked in confusion. He was a great guy but he could be a weirdo when he chose to.

    ''My guy, I don’t know, must there be a reason for a party? That private boarding house c-m University you attended has seriously messed you up. Guys and babes want to hang out and you are waiting for a reason. No reason oh, bring shirt come out make I help you iron. You won't be looking like a fisherman by my side!''

    The party was well into swing by the time we arrived. It was at a shack close to the river. There was beer and all manner of fish roasting on the grill. I picked up a cold beer and loaded the flimsy white plate with grilled fish and some pepper sauce. It smelled divine and my tummy rumbled in agreement. I got a good view of most of my neighbours and a few corp members I didn’t know. The loudest group were the corpers living in the school accommodation. There was Tony, the smart alec who liked to think he was better than every corp member posted to the village. I disliked that guy in ways I can't explain.

    Next it was Eunice, the Home Economics teacher who was always eager to please. She was a chatter box and a complete nutter, only you didn’t know this until you sat by her side. I don’t know who invited these guys and I was disappointed already. I saw the pretty lady who gave me her pen the other day. I think she is great but clearly not my type. She was one of these young kids that gained admission into the University straight away but ended up acting like secondary school children. A typical case of passing through the University and not allowing it pass through you. I didn’t remember her name and in all honesty, I could not be bothered. I recall her singing to me on the first day we met

    ''I've never been to this region before and my mother warned me thoroughly. One has got to be very careful you know.'' Yeah right, neither have I. Now scoot you big baby!

    Then I saw her from the corner of my eyes. Her long legs emerged from the river and I was mesmerized. My mother also warned me about something and that was swimming. I could not swim to save my life and here she was, like a goddess emerging from the river. She was bold, daring and beautiful; fancy wearing a two piece bathing suit. What, you got to be kidding me! Come and see mami water and boy I am not scared o! I saw one or two 'not so cute' girls (with their dripping t-shirts and short knickers) hanging around her and I was ashamed on their behalf. You had to have the body of a goddess to walk by her side else you were up for scrutiny and early elimination. I mean why do these girls wear t-shirts, dress and even jeans and think it's okay to swim?

    ''Do you see what I see?'' Charles sang close to my ear causing me to flinch. I quickly recovered and quietly sang back ''a star, a star, dancing in the night'' we burst out laughing making some corpers look in our direction. I thought I saw her smile but I could not be sure, so I pushed my dark shades from my forehead to my eyes and carried on looking at her figure. Yeah, show me what you got girl. Reach out for the tongs and pick another fish from the grill. Make sure you bend real low while you are at it, now turn around and sashay to your seat.

    [ author=touchmeder post=24375757]It was 12 midnight and pitch dark and I had enough partying for the night. The beer and fish were long gone along with most corp members. There were a few making out under the large umbrella and it was getting disgusting or was I speaking from a 'bad belle' point of view because I was getting none? We had walked a good distance when I heard a soft voice ''going away so soon?''

    It was the first time I saw her face to face and my heart skipped a beat. Charles had surprise written all over his face but he quickly recovered and made up an excuse while hurrying to join another group ahead. She was more beautiful than I first imagined. Her hair was damp and hung loosely to her left shoulder. She was wearing a white bikini top and a black pair of jeans. I mean who walks around in a village at this hour wearing such sinful apparel? One may be tempted to call her a sl ut but knowing this was a bikini as opposed to a bra made it seem more acceptable. Her skin shone in the dark and I noticed she was nearly as tall as I was.

    ''I have to be up early.'' I said when I finally found my voice.

    ''Ahh the good teacher ehn?'' She said smiling seductively.

    ''And who said I was a teacher?'' I asked.

    ''Oopsy!'' she said placing a well manicured hand over her mouth. However she recovered soon enough and came up with another line. ''Well it is a small community and everyone knows the other so don’t feel heady jo.''

    ''That’s right, you are either a teacher or a teacher'' I said shaking my head.

    ''Well not really'' she replied looking into the distance. ''You can also be a worker at the Local Government Secretariat; arranging files, dusting tables and chairs or filling the tumbler for your boss.''

    ''Ahhh that one'' I said scratching my head. ''I nearly forgot. Well you must be some hot shot to be at the Secretariat. You got to be influential to pull that off'' I said green with envy.

    ''Don’t say that oh, you guys think it's an amazing place to work but believe me it's nothing to write home about. We do nothing in that place at least you get to teach and impact knowledge. I'm nearly going brain dead just being in there.'' She said with a laugh.

    ''Then lets exchange come Monday'' I said, stretching my arms towards her for a handshake. ''Ferdinand is my name by the way.''

    ''That is an unusual name'' She said placing her hand in mine and leaving it to linger for an unusually long amount of time. I pulled away and smiled. Her fingers were cold and I saw her shiver. I took off my yellow long sleeved shirt and draped it across her shoulder. I was lucky I was wearing a plain white t-shirt. ''It’s a nice thing you got on but you can freeze to death'' I said eyeing her bikini top. I noticed she had small boo bs tucked neatly in her bikini. There were so small i could barely see her cleavage. Small boob s were not really my thing but with this girl, I was willing to accept anything!

    ''I know, I know'' she said. All of a sudden, she did something that excited yet confused me. She wore the shirt and moved closer to my side. It was too quick and I didn't see it coming. I was confused and didn't know what to do. I didn't know if it was okay to pull her closer or if it could be construed as being too forward. I've played around with a few women but I've never had anyone act in such a brazen manner before. I went for months at a stretch before Abike allowed me hold her waist. It took a longer time before I was able to kiss her and after two years of serious dating, my closest brush had been an unclasped bra. Chei, Abike you too dey suffer me. Why would I not remain a master at for eplay and nothing more?

    She moved closer and put her arm around my waist. Finally, I pulled her even closer and put my arm around her shoulder.

    ''You didn't ask.'' She said in a voice barely audible.

    ''What?'' I asked leaning closer.

    ''Petra.'' She whispered. ''Petra is the name.''

    To be continued

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    ride on

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