It was a face-to-face apartment and my fling’s door was locked. The girl gave me more water and toothpaste. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. We both discussed where I could possibly lay my head for the night. My bank account was slimmer than Mavin’s female act, Di’ja, so lodging into an hotel was a no-go-area. The girl who believes my fling is my sister for security reasons opened up to me that she is married to one mobile police officer attached to one unit in Lagos and that I am one of the numerous guys that pay her visits. Immediately, the image of the ‘hard-face’ of mobile policemen in Nigeria struck me. I knew I was playing with the tail of a rattle snake. I just wanted to sleep. She gave me the option of sleeping on the bench of their passage as her father was around and wouldn’t accommodate me.
My fling’s number later got reachable that night. She told me she had a lot to explain and we would talk the following day. She advised me to keep myself safe for her till the following day. She rushed to speak to me at a low tone and then I realized she was with another man with the financial power unlike me that had only pleasure to offer her.
After the bathe, she laid me on my back on the bed and started a massage process. She told me she wanted a bloody rematch outside Badagry in the nearest future as she intends to get really wild with me. In my heart, I was like; Never! This one go fit kill person lol. Her massage was kinda professional. She ended with a head. Her way of handling the ‘microphone’ like a music artiste as well as using the ‘tip’ to her advantage made me realize she would easily cause the death of a hypertensive patient. We hit it two more times and fell apart in deep sleep.