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    EPISODE 2

    ‘Maybe you were too anxious,’ Rita said. ‘Next time try to
    relax and take your time. Also, learn not to rush at
    having sex.’
    Something struck him. This lady was not an ordinary lady.
    The way she reacted was not ordinary or natural. She was
    d--n too cool! It was as if she knew all along that this
    would happen. She had allowed him to expend energy on
    being prepared for ‘it’ and she had watched the anti-
    c----x in bemused amazement. Gosh!
    ‘I’ll be going now,’ she announced. ‘See you another time.’
    He wanted to stop her. He wanted to remind her that he
    was yet to offer her drinks. Above all, he wanted to tell
    her maybe he should try to get aroused again. But he
    could not do any of these.
    Still bewildered, and still holding his d--k, he watched as
    Rita stepped out of his bedroom. She smiled to herself as
    she stepped out of his flat.
    Henry did not fit in to the kind of man she wanted. She
    had to get another man.
    Tope was writing his news story on the rising incidence of
    child prostitute. Working as undercover journalist, he had
    been able break into a syndicate that operated child
    prostitution. It was disheartening that school girls aged
    between thirteen and sixteen now engaged in prostitution.
    He had finished writing his findings. Together with the
    audio and video evidence, he sent the reports, via e-mail
    to his editor.
    He also decided to post some of his findings on his
    Facebook page, admonishing parents to be more vigilant
    in monitoring their children,
    especially those that were female. It was when he was
    still on-line that a friend request came in. a Miss Rita
    Tosan wanted to be his friend.
    Tope accepted the friendship request.
    While he was still surfing the internet, a message came
    from Rita, his latest friend. The message read: I can see
    that you just posted some findings on child prostitution.
    Great work. Keep it up.
    Tope replied: Thank you. I believe more concern and
    vigilance can correct some of our anomalies and make our
    society a better place.
    Rita replied, ‘I agree. We all need to work together to
    make our society a better place.’
    Tope was impressed with his new friend. ‘I am a
    journalist and a blogger,’ he wrote. ‘Can I meet you?’
    ‘I work in the health sector,’ she replied.
    Rita thought over this man that went by the name Tope.
    He sounded okay and she really wished he was. The guy
    sent her his number and asked
    for hers. Ordinarily, a lady would be or should be
    cautious. He might be posing to be whom or what he was
    not. So many criminal-minded people hid under the
    social media to present false image and to perpetuate
    their obnoxious acts. But then, Rita was not just an
    ordinary lady.
    Tope was writing his news story on the rising incidence of
    child prostitute. Working as undercover journalist, he had
    been able break into a syndicate that operated child
    prostitution. It was disheartening that school girls aged
    between thirteen and sixteen now engaged in prostitution.
    He had finished writing his findings. Together with the
    audio and video evidence, he sent the reports, via e-mail
    to his editor.
    He also decided to post some of his findings on his
    Facebook page, admonishing parents to be more vigilant
    in monitoring their children, especially those that were
    female. It was when he was still on-line that a friend
    request came in. a Miss Rita Tosan wanted to be his
    friend.
    Tope accepted the friendship request.
    While he was still surfing the internet, a message came
    from Rita, his latest friend. The message read: I can see
    that you just posted some findings on child prostitution.
    Great work. Keep it up.
    Tope replied: Thank you. I believe more concern and
    vigilance can correct some of our anomalies and make our
    society a better place.
    Rita replied, ‘I agree. We all need to work together to
    make our society a better place.’
    Tope was impressed with his new friend. ‘I am a
    journalist and a blogger,’ he wrote. ‘Can I meet you?’
    ‘I work in the health sector,’ she replied.
    Rita thought over this man that went by the name Tope.
    He sounded okay and she really wished he was. The guy
    sent her his number and asked
    for hers. Ordinarily, a lady would be or should be
    cautious. He might be posing to be whom or what he was
    not. So many criminal-minded people
    hid under the social media to present false image and to
    perpetuate their obnoxious acts. But then, Rita was not
    just an ordinary lady.
    She sent her number to him too, and within minutes, he
    called her.
    ‘Hello, please, can I be on to Rita?’ he asked.
    ‘Speaking. Who’s on the line?’
    ‘This is Tope, your Facebook friend.’
    ‘Oh, Tope.’ She sounded excited. ‘How’re you?’
    ‘Fine. I’m happy to meet you. I’m based in Lagos. What
    about you?’
    ‘I’m here in Lagos too,’ she said.
    ‘Good. We’ll be getting to know each other more later.
    Have a nice day.’
    ‘And you too.’
    He cut the line. Rita smiled to herself. This was the man
    she was waiting for. When her break was over, Rita went
    offline and put her phone in
    her handbag. Her white uniform suited her well. She liked
    her nursing profession and she liked the looks of
    admiration she got from men; and that
    of envy she got from women.
    At the private hospital where she worked, she made sure
    she did her work to the best of her ability. One thing she
    had to constantly ward off
    were advances from men. They never seemed to get tired
    of making overtures; but she never got tired of snubbing
    them too. One of the
    doctors, Sam, had been pestering her for an affair. Sam
    was married, but he said that would not be a barrier.
    This afternoon, when Rita came to give him a case note in
    his consulting room, he urged her to sit down for a
    moment.
    ‘Rita, why’re you proving so difficult?’ Dr. Sam Tuoyo
    said. ‘Why can’t you just give me a little chance to prove
    my love to you?’
    Rita smiled but shook her head.
    ‘That’s what you’ve been doing. That’s not fair.’
    Sam stood from his seat and sat on the table, close to her
    legs. He looked at those legs and could not but admire
    them. His right hand went to
    her left lap. Instinctively, Rita winced and drew her leg
    away.

    TBC

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    sweetsweet
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    what if she is a goddess

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    next

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    Ireoluwa EmmanuelIreoluwa Emmanuel
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    asewo,,,, must u sample all ladies dat come into Ur room

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    funny. hope Rita is not a ghost

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    Bring it on

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    EPISODE 3

    Sam stood from his seat and sat on the table, close to her
    legs. He looked at those legs and could not but admire
    them. His right hand went to her left lap. Instinctively,
    Rita winced and drew her lap away.
    ‘Give me just one chance. Just once,’ he pleaded.
    ‘No. Go to your wife.’
    ‘Don’t bring her to this,’ he said plaintively.
    ‘We’re supposed to have a professional relationship, and
    that’s what it will be.’
    ‘Look, have this.’ He dipped his hand into his pocket and
    brought out a wad of naira notes.
    She looked surprised. The money would be several
    thousands of naira.
    ‘I can’t accept it,’ she said.
    ‘I’ll give you more, later. I promise.’
    ‘It’s not about money,’ she said.
    ‘It’s about what?’
    ‘It’s about life and death. If you sleep with me, you’ll
    die.’
    He looked shocked to hear that. ‘You’re trying to scare
    me, right? That one will not work.’
    ‘I’m serious,’ she replied.
    He laughed. ‘Alright, even if it’s true, let me do it and
    die.’
    ‘You don’t know what you’re saying,’ she said
    reproachfully. ‘Are you really ready to die?’
    ‘For you, I’m ready to do anything. Take the money and
    let’s go somewhere private.’
    ‘You said you’re ready to die? Alright, experience this
    first.’
    Suddenly, Sam’s knees buckled and he fell on the floor.
    He seemed to be paralyzed from the waist down. He tried
    to get up but could not.
    ‘What’s happening to me? What the hell is happening to
    me?’ There was panic and consternation in his tone.
    Rita stood up, took a step back and looked down on him.
    ‘Well, you said you’re ready to die,’ she said. ‘You’re only
    dead from the waist down and you’re already panicking.
    Don’t you want to die again?’
    He tried to rise up again, but could not. ‘No, I don’t want
    to die,’ he said, shame-faced.
    ‘Are you going to disturb me again about sex?’
    He shook his head vigorously. ‘No, I will not.’
    ‘Are you going to hold this against me?’
    ‘No, I will not.’ Sweats appeared on his brow. This was one
    experience he would never forget for the rest of his life.
    She moved towards the door.
    ‘Rita,’ he called out. He looked pathetic.
    She stopped and stared briefly at him. ‘Alright, you can
    get up now.’
    Sam was surprised his strength came back and he got to
    his feet.
    Two days after he first called Rita, Tope called again.
    ‘HotNews, the newspaper I work for is along Lagos-
    Ibadan expressway, but I live at Ogba,’ he said. ‘Where do
    you live and where is your working place?’
    Rita smiled into the mouthpiece of her phone. ‘I work and
    live at Ikeja.’
    ‘Your place is not far from mine. When and where can we
    meet? I really want to meet with you.’
    ‘What about Saturday? Can we meet at EatRite eatery on
    Allen Avenue? Do you know the place?’
    ‘Yes, I do. By what time?’
    ‘Twelve noon is okay by me.’
    ‘You shouldn’t have any difficulty in identifying me as
    you have seen my picture on Facebook. But to avoid
    doubt, I will be wearing a white
    t-shirt and a sky blue face cap.’
    She smiled again. ‘Alright. See you, then.’
    ‘Okay, Rita.’
    On the agreed day, Tope was at the eatery twelve minutes
    before noon. He picked a vantage position where he could
    see the entrance/exit of
    the eatery. Truly, he was wearing a white t-shirt over a
    pair of jeans. He was also donning a blue face cap. He
    had no doubt that she would not
    fail to recognize him by the way he had dressed.
    He had ordered for ice cream. When she came, he would
    order for real food. He found himself getting excited over
    his wait for Rita. What if she
    failed to show up? What if she suddenly developed cold
    feet and refused to make appearance? He sighed to
    himself. Going by the confidence
    with which the lady had spoken, it was very unlikely that
    she would fail to come.
    By ten minutes after noon, he saw a beautiful lady that
    looked like the one he was waiting for make entry into the
    expansive hall. Instinctively,
    Tope got to his feet. The lady sighted him and moved
    straight towards him.
    ‘Miss Rita? You’re welcome.’
    She smiled at him. ‘If I’m not mistaken, you must be
    Tope.’
    He nodded. ‘That’s me. How are you?’
    ‘I’m fine.’
    ‘Please, sit down.’ He motioned her to the seat opposite
    him. They sat face-to-face, and each made a quick
    evaluation. She should be in her
    mid-twenties, while he should be in his mid-thirties. He
    was quite tall and handsome while she was of average
    height, slim and beautiful.
    ‘You’re welcome. What will you have?’ he asked.
    ‘Nothing for now,’ she replied.
    He was surprised as she was the first lady he would meet
    at an eatery and would defer eating
    ‘Well, let me quickly tell you about myself.’ He told her his
    age, educational qualification, where he schooled, what
    he studied and where he was
    working. He also told her about Sade, the lady he had
    hoped to marry. Despite the fact that Sade had a baby
    girl for him, the relationship could
    not manifest into a spousal one due to some
    irreconcilable differences. She still had the custody of his
    daughter and he still supported the
    up-keep of the four year old girl.

    TBC

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    what kind of being is Rita?

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