The rest of the week was all work for Clara, she had to do her civil duty at the Cross River liaison office where she worked at the same time tend to the needs of her fast growing boutique, she was so busy that her friend Wilma had to come to the house to tidy and keep things in order, Wilma was her closest friend among her other friends. it would seem that Wilma didn’t have much to do, she was one of this rich girls who having gotten a degree, bluntly refused to work, living off her family wealth at least until one ready-made guy comes along, marries her and whisks her abroad, that was the thing with the rich, no matter what happened along the way there was always a ‘happy ever after’ at the end of the tale.
Wilma had a soft spot for me she fondly called me ‘Mr s*xy**’, when I intimated her on my life ambitions, my love for writing together with my ‘very soon to be lawyer status’ she liked me even more. Wilma was quite handy, she was an excellent cook too, she knew how to prepare all sort of Meals, Delicacies, beverages etc. her specialty was her fruit juice which she called ‘9 Alive’, she often boasted that it was far more tastier than the popular 5 Alive drink. She was not a spoilt rich kid after all.
Wilma was a 28 year old woman, which was shocking because she looked much younger, she was a tall girl, but not as tall as Clara, she had a little mole on her face, which gave her a distinct personality and s*x appeal, she was light in complexion, really endowed with Barca (Buttocks) and Manchester (bosoms), she was hippy too. She often gave me a Situation any time she laughed at my stories and fell jokingly on my body, when she noticed my bulge she would look at me and say with a smirk ‘Bad boy’ as if it was my fault, considering her vulgar topics, not to talk of her ridiculously skimpy cloths.
I arrived the gate of the house from the nearby shopping plaza, where Wilma sent me to buy fresh tomatoes and grapes two of her many secret ingredients, i found Adamu (gate man) and another haggard looking Hausa man exchanging words loudly, the Hausa man in a deft move gave Adamu a hard blow to the jaw, Adamu instantly enraged jumped into his quarters beside the gate drew out his matchet and chased this man, giving him a sharp lash to his back causing blood to spill out like a choked fountain, the man weakened by the impact fell to the ground while Adamu kept on mumbling curses in Hausa ‘Damburubaka… wetereba container’ which I later interpreted as ‘I will cut your genitals and put in a container’. I cleverly left the scene and headed upstairs to my door, altercations like that most times extended to the onlookers, it would be so silly for me to die not of a stray bullet, but of a stray matchet.
I came into the house to hear Wilma screaming my name ‘’Enitsua!’’, she probably wanted me to get a towel for her because she was fond of leaving it behind before she entered the bathroom, after cooking she usually freshened up with a bath. I answered ‘’Yes am coming!’’ so she knew I was coming to her aid, I ran to the guest room where her voice came from to help give her the towel, on opening the door Wilma jumped out of the bathroom stark nakedd, with water dripping out of her body unto the floor, her pubicc hair was glittering from the pockets of water entrapped on it, the hairs were meticulously carved, assuming the shape of an inverted triangle, her whole body was glowing, the aromatic smell of her soap together with the graphical image of her Unclothedness hit me hard and for a moment I froze, Wilma too for a moment stared at me absent-mindedly as if I was the one that was nakedd, and then playfully she hopped to the bed to pick her towel, I watched with my mouth open in what seemed to be slow motion, her full perky breastss hopping with her, swinging carelessly, making clapping sounds, as it hit against her wet soapy body. I suddenly came to my senses when she said to me ‘’baby attend to the knock’’ it was then I heard someone knocking the door, even with this unlikely encounter Wilma made little attempt to cover her nakednesss instead she wrapped her towel round her waste and gave me a recap of her swinging breastt when she turned and said again ‘’come on s*xy**, go open the door, i would go but am nakedd’’ she said it as if it was completely normal for her to pose nakedd in front of me. Still trying to get the sight of Wilma’s moist breastt off my mind I ran to the door and swung it open and there she was, Beautiful Tiffany, there was this childish excitement between us like a 11 year old kids who just met themselves in school for the first time after a long vacation, she held in her hand a plate and a glass, and said with an insecure expression ‘’Hi…I was wondering if you would like a glass of milk and some cookies?’’ I replied ‘’sure… just come in first’’ and she did smiling.
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