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7 years ago

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Tuesday met me with the happiest news ever. It was a twofold
happiness. First, Cynthia had been transferred to Victoria Island
branch. The secretary there was on maternity leave and Cynthia
had been sent to cover there for three months. Her position was
now occupied by Chinwe, an NYSC Intern who had been
understudying her for a while. She was one loud mouthed ‘ode’
like that. She no even fine from here to there and she kon get bad
mouth join. Mtcheewww. Me, I was over excited. I could do my
runs without having to look over my shoulder expecting that
Cynthia would be there watching me.

Second news was that Ann was the epitome of sexuality. She
oozed sexiness in every way. The way she talked, her eye
movements, her body language, everything.

Pictures are not a
100% representation of a person. They either tell too little or
exaggerate the person. In Ann’s case, it was a total injustice.

She was the embodiment of S#xual urge. Her b0s0ms were not
too big but her hips were very wide. She had a tiny waist and her
back arched inwards. She had a succulent body and her sense of
humor was out of this world.

We met at an eatery on St. Finbarrs’ Road Akoka. She was
dressed in a blood red gown that hugged all the right curves of
her body. I was not looking bad myself, having already gotten
home beforehand and freshened up. I still smelled fresh and I got
there in a cab. I was waiting opposite the Eatery when she
arrived. I was watching the entrance of the eatery, waiting for her
to show up when my phone rang. She told me that she was
already at the entrance of the eatery and was asking where I was.

She described what she was wearing and when I saw her, I was
glad I did not turn Eddy’s request down.

I tapped her from behind. She turned and quickly assessed me in
seconds. I guess she was impressed. I offered my hand for a
shake but she hugged me instead.

We went into the eatery and I asked what she wanted to have.

She ordered a full course meal and I also did the same. I knew I
was not going to spend again after this, so I decided to go all the
way. After all, I was eating also. We talked about quite a number
of things and I got to realize that she was a very lively and
animated individual. She was not shy about s*x and did not even
try and lure me into saying what I wanted to do with her.

The waiter came with the bill and I was shocked. 6k. “Wetin we
chop?” I asked myself. But I did not let her know how I felt o.

I smiled and brought out my wallet.
“What do you want to do?” Ann asked me.
“I want to pay the bills na.” I replied.

“How much is it?” She inquired.

“Just 6k. Not a big deal.” I said counting the money inside my wallet.

“I got this.” She said putting her hand on my arm and looking at
me with those ever seductive eyes.

“Come on. This date is on me. I brought you here. It is only right
that I foot the bill.” I pleaded.

“I am aware of all that. However, I really insist. Please. Next
time, I promise to help you spend your money.” She finished
smiling.
I relaxed and watched as she counted crispy brand new 500 naira
notes and even gave the guy an extra 500 as tip. I was surprised.

I had some suspicions but I allowed it remain within me. We set
another date for the weekend at the movies and said our
goodbyes. I waited for her to get a cab. When she was far gone, I
stopped the next available bike and headed home.

“Eddy, wetin dey? How far na?” I said to the phone immediately
he picked the call. I was home now and had showered.

“I dey jare. I just tire. E no tey wey I enter house now.” He
lamented.

“Sorry jare. Ehen, Eddy, that Ann babe, who she be?” I asked
Eddy.

“Na which kain question be this? What do you mean who is she?

You were on a date with her na, why did you not ask her all
these questions? Abeg no vex me jare.” He snapped at me.

“Haba, bros. No be so na. Okay, please send me her facebook
ID” I said.

“Okay, I will send it to you now.” He replied.

I was curious as to what kind of babe would spend 6K on a guy
at first meeting and still give a tip of 500 naira to the waiter.

Was she a runz girl? But she was doing NYSC now? Was she trying to
impress me? What was the reason? All these questions raced through my mind. Just about then, Eddy’s text came in.

I searched for her Facebook profile, found it and began digging.

I checked her profile pictures, her wall, and her information.

She did not look like a runz babe. She had pictures she had taken
outside the country. I was guessing UK or USA. She had just 57 friends and over half of them were not Nigerians.

I was checking her pictures one after the other and I stumbled a comment on one
of the pictures.

A friend said “Miss Aba*** you look astonishing.”

I quickly went to Google and typed her full name Ann Aba***.

I did not get any spectacular results. As I scrolled down the page,
I met a very interesting discovery.