If You Missed The Part 13, Read It Here
I watched them leave and tidied up on what I was working on. After
work, I went to the ATM for some cash. Then went home to meet Rahina and
Tintin had packed up and were ready to travel. Somehow, those two
damsels had accelerated their acceptance at their PPA and were on their
merry way to their terminal leave. Rahina was going for two weeks while
Tintin was going without a definite return date. I relished the hugs I
got as they got into a cab together. Rahina’s hug was so relaxing. I
went on to get ready for dinner.
That involved me taking a shower and
switching my shirts and pants for a t-shirt, a pair of jeans and a black
hoodie. I reckoned dressing up was likely going to send the wrong
message. In preparation, I also did not eat and by six-thirty; my
stomach was beginning to chastise me. I was so happy to be saved from
death at the hands of starvation when she came to pick me up around
seven but then I was involved in praying not to die in a fatal accident
for the twenty minutes it took for her to take us to a fast food spot. I
must have been a pretty surprising sight as a slim guy ordering three
wraps of pounded yam, a quarter chicken, beef and two bottles of water.
Uzi was taken aback by the fact that after I made my order I asked her
to make her order.
The poor girl went for fried rice, beef and a bottle
of malt. Let’s face it, I was starving. Our discussion was led by Uzi.
She had aspirations she wanted me to know, school stories she wanted to
share, the music tastes she wanted to explain and felt compelled to
promote Nigerian movies. That was one thing I wouldn’t agree to so an
hour after dinner, we were headed to a cinema so she would try and
convert me to a Nollywood fan…she failed. We walked arm-in-arm to and
from the cinema and to be honest, the high points of the movie were the
short dresses with low necks.
They glorify a vice for two hours and use
the final five minutes to quickly state a few small negative results.
Let’s face it, watching a Nollywood movie is just as beneficial as
sitting down on a stool and gossiping about someone you know. The best
part of the whole experience to me was when Uzi would come close to me
to whisper into my ears. What can I say? It felt good. She drove me back
to my place but luckily for me, she was not driving like the
president’s security detail. I then started asking her about what she
wanted to do with Greg. The way she responded gave me the impression
that she wanted him sacked (sexual harassment is a very serious matter
in the service). She even mentioned how she had heard of his reputation
from her seniors back in university and was sure they would not mind
coming down to testify against him if need be. So basically, I knew Greg
was screwed (and not in the way he wanted to be)..
We got home and she decided to know my flat. She looked impressed.
Let’s face it, my flat didn’t look like the Taj Mahal but it wasn’t a
burial tomb built by a king. It was merely just efficient. I got a big
wall mounted television (a humble 42 inch beauty), HD satellite
receiver, home theatre, x-box, tempered glass coffee tables and side
stools, art duplicates of Vincent Van Gogh and Leonardo da Vinci, cotton
drapes and curtains… let’s face it; I took more time picking things for
my flat than I do for my wardrobe. I do like the fact that my place
doesn’t get disappointed looks from visitors. Uzi made herself feel at
home by sitting on the sofa. She was talking about something but to be
frank, my mind was not paying attention to what she was saying but the
way she looked on the sofa. I suddenly understood why Greg’s hand had to
reach out. She looked like temptation incarnate.
If she was recruiting
people to go to hell looking like that; hell would require a
multimillion dollar grant for an expansion. Thinking about Greg’s
predicament pulled the brakes on my lustful gaze and then I remembered
the reason why we went out in the first place. Bringing up Greg really
messed up the warm environment that had enveloped us during the whole
evening but he was the reason for the whole endeavour in the first
place. After some soothing words and gentle urging from me, she finally
opened up as to why she wanted Greg out of the picture. Unbeknownst to
me, Greg had been hitting on her from the first day she came to the
office.
He would flirt with her and would stare at her as if she was
walking around with no clothes on. The man would even scratch his balls
when staring at her. If this was a murder trial her testimony would make
me personally buy a new rope for his noose. I felt dumb for being the
schmuck’s advocate. Eventually, things started going on a light note
when she mentioned that she was agitated even further by the fact that
he grabbed her on the one day she decided to go to the office commando
style. I could not hold back my laughter when she mentioned that. My
laughter made her blush and nervous. She got up as if to go but stood
facing the door. Personally, I am not a fan of female bums but hers
looked oh-so appealing.
I walked up behind her, held her by her hands
and tried to apologise. As soon as my hands touched her she leaned into
me. My “sorries” were going straight from lips to her ears. I just kept
thinking of the sweetest words of apology to download to her ears and
she was snuggling into me more and more and I could feel her all over
me. My brain was slowly shutting down while junior was booting
cautiously. I cannot really say why I switched from telling her sorry
for laughing at the fact that she went to work commando the day Greg
grabbed her bums to commenting on how wonderful she smelt. Her giggles
were so sensual that I seemed to blackout only to recover consciousness
with Uzi wearing only a bra under me in my bed.
Watch Out For Part 15
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