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Episode 12

“Good evening Ma”. I was obviously drowned by her
beautiful. But at the same time, I sensed how she
seemed to be scanning through us for someone. She
had not noticed me yet and I was forced to think i was
the one she was looking for.
“I will be having a very brief personal chat with all of
you. So I would like to meet you one-on-one each time
you are called upon. I hope I am communicating?”
“Yes Ma!”, we chorused! But just then, I noticed the
sudden unease that took hold of her. She had just seen
me and we both were now staring each other straight
into the eyes. She was still mumbling something.
Apparently, as a continuation to her last comment. But
I could not tell what she said and so did the waiting
converts. I had no doubt now that I was the cause of
this woman’s instability which has been so since
Sunday. This left me more mystified.

“I meant I will be returning to my office. You there can
follow me in”. She was pointing to a lady at the extreme
left. She had been brought back to the present by the
waiting persons as they kept asking her what she was
saying. On giving this directive, she whispered into the
ears of a steward who had been standing by, threw a
quick look my way and walked back in.
What followed was a series of very ‘sharpish’ meetings.
In no time, I had just one guy left for me to see her.
Each time someone stepped out, they had in their
hands, what looked like a bible and a collection of
colourful pamphlets. It was obvious she was the one
handing them those as some kind of support in the new
lives they have found. I was still trying to figure out
what the pamphlets were going to do for me, when I
heard my name called out. The steward asked me in.

“Please do try to tell mummy all your current challenges
in the faith”, the steward said quietly as I made it to the
office door. And in a moment, I was in there!
“Good day ma”, I said while still standing at the already
closed door. I needed to show respect and no sign of
hooliganism. I knew that might only look to bewilder the
beautiful woman as both my cloths and my mold,
showed something entirely different. I was rough to say
the least. And I had never denied that. But I was equally
handsome. I always thought it had something to do with
the environment where I had been brought up.
“Yea.” I could see how she avoided looking up. Her
abrupt response explained everything. “You can have a
seat”.

I walked to the seat she waved me to and sat.

She had
been making some notes on what appeared a
broadsheet and kept doing so even after I had sat. I
remained calm.
“You are Daniel Chukwuma”, she suddenly began again.
Completely startling me all over.
“Yes please”, I kept my concentration on her face. She
looked so wholesome. Her skin, so nurtured. The
strands of her richly coloured hair calmly lay on the skin
of her forehead. She was the perfect definition of
beauty.
However, she suddenly dropped her pen, pushed the
sheet she’s been using away and rolled herself to my
front while still seated. The chair made slight squeaky
sounds as it rolled towards me. She appeared a bit
tense as she looked up to meet my eyes for the second
time that day. She had crossed her legs and the entire
outer side of her eye-catching left thigh revealed itself
through one of the slits on her skirt. The skin of that
area looked inviting and plainly delicious. I could not
help but stare at it even though I was certain she was
seeing me do so and I did not make any efforts to take
away my eyes. She had one hand placed on the raised
thigh and the other on the arm rest. Her bust looked
very large as the m—-s of her B—m pressed out
against her blouse. They were so round and obvious and
I let my eyes linger on them when I saw them.
“On what day did you join our church Daniel?” I was
aware she was trying to save the situation between us
that I felt was now becoming increasingly bizarre if not
embarrassing and her mention of my name should be
an attempt to feel quite comfortable once more. I
responded in the right way even though I constantly
brought my eyes to either her B—m or the curve of
her hips. This made her even more uncomfortable and I
could swear that I noticed her press her crossed thighs
together a bit more than usual. She was surely feeling
some way.
“Been a week now, Ma”
“Are you born-again?”. She said the last word with a
swallow while she adjusted herself on her seat causing
her skirt to slid further up her thighs. I immediately
engaged my eyes!
“Yes Ma. I am. I was prayed for”
“And…..ehm have-you-been….living the life?” She was
obviously laboured. Her breathe was becoming
increasingly heavier! When I raised my eyes again to
look at her, her eyes were right on my crotch! And I
guess she must have seen the brazen bulge I had there
as I was now spotting an enormous erection!


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