Sexy High School Girls

Episode 17

Rescue and sickness!

RECAP : Miss Bansah was unperturbed by Dzifa’s warning letter. Consequently, the school girls met,schemed and beat her up because of her refusal to leave their crush- Millson.

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[ Dzifa’s Point Of View ]

I got home a bit worried about what we have done. I didn’t know that Evelyn girl would go to the extreme. I guessed I was too annoyed to think rationally.

Before my decision to meet the girls to help me gang beat miss Bansah, something else happened a week ago prior to my warning letter to miss Bansah.

I was returning home from church one Sunday when I saw Miss Bansah and Millson moving towards the latter’s house. I saw them at church a few hours ago.

Instinctively,I followed them until they reach the house. I got nearer to Millson’s room and eavedropped on their conversation.

Miss Bansah: Do you love today’s sermon?

Mr. Millson: Yes, especially the part that the pastor said we must be role models for the unbelievers to follow. He cited the example of the apostles of Christ. When people saw how the apostles were behaving,they said ,”these people were behaving like Christ,thus the name ” Christian”

Miss Bansah: You perfectly sound like a pastor. I never realised you have a Ph.D in theology.

Mr.Lamptey : Hahaha. Sometimes,I wish I’m a preacher instead of a teacher.I just want to cut myself out from the rest of the people who have a mandate to effect change and solve the problem of society but have become problems themselves.

Miss Bansah: Who exactly are you referring to?

Mr. Lamptey: Some of my colleague teachers are disgracing themselves by having sexual relationship with these teenage girls who are still learning about personal and menstrual hygiene.

I wonder what exactly they find pleasurable between the thighs of these adventurous female students. It breaks my heart when I saw them preying on the young girls instead of __”

Miss Bansah : Preacher. So you have never tasted their ” honey” before.

Mr. Lamptey: NEVER. NEVER. IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN.

Miss Bansah: I like your determination to maintain your chastity. Keep it up.

When Sir Millson said he will never sleep with any student ,my mind went back to an encounter I had with him. He had refused to date me because I was a student and it is inappropriate for a teacher to date a student.

I told him that law was not applicable to me since I was of legal age to date .

Besides what is more important was the love I felt for him which I’m sure he also felt for me.

Sir Millson responded that It was not that simple. He said, “Laws are there for a reason.”

I told him his colleagues were doing it. I also asked him why he was trying to be different.

Sir Millson gave me a resounding response, “I’m not my colleagues. I just want to do what is right. You can be my friend but not my girlfriend. Even the friendship will have limitations.

My mind was abruptly brought back to the conversation between The two teachers.

Miss Bansah: Do you have a girlfriend?”

Millson: (laughing) No,I don’t have a girlfriend.

‍Miss Bansah: I don’t believe you.

Millson: I am not lying to you. I used to have a girlfriend but she left me for two reasons. One I’m not rich so I couldn’t cater for her unlimited wants.

Miss Bansah : …and what was the second season?

Mr. Lamptey: I told her we would have to abide by the bible’s moral standard of “NO SEX BEFORE MARRIAGE.” The moment I told her that ,she said I’m an antiquated man and left. I never saw her again.

Miss Bansah: “Hmm, modern ladies and their love for material things . They chase men with cars and mansions instead of men with virtues.

Millson: Yea. That’s modern ladies for you.

They then switched the topic to academic issues and how the females were misbehaving.

Miss Bansah: I heard some spoilt girls have been trying to force themselves on you.

Millson: uhuu. Where do you hear that stuff from?

Miss Bansah: hahaha. It wasn’t exactly a secret. In fact it was an open secret in the village.

Millson: I see.

Miss Bansah: Now that I’m around You, they wouldn’t dare try that again.

Millson: hmmm. If I were you, I will be careful. Those girls can go to the extreme. You need to act wisely in this village if you want to remain save.

Miss Bansah: Why? Are you afraid of them?

Millson: No. But I’m careful of them. They nearly gang raped me.

Miss Bansah : What? Such insolence. How can school going girls be behaving like a bunch of Devils?

Millson : I hope I have a good answer to your question but I don’t.

Miss Bansah: I like you. I want our friendship to have a purpose. Ever since I came to this school, I never heard anything bad about you. In fact you are famous for bouncing those lascivious girls who have made your colleagues their sex mates.

Miss Bansah’s comment infuriated me. I decided to write a letter to warn him to stay off Millson. But she ignored my letter.

I then decided to show her the stuff I was made of. After taking my lover from Me, she was also haughty.

They also about other things

blah..blah..blah.

I lost interest in the rest of the topics and came back home.

It was then that I decided to team up with the D.E.V.I.L.S so that we can deal with miss Bansah.

[Millson’s Point Of View ]

I was still on my way home when I had an intuition that something was wrong with my new found friend, miss Bansah. I returned quickly and headed towards her house.

A few metres to her house, I heard someone groaning and writhing in pain. I surged forward and saw a feminine figure by the roadside.

Shocked!!!

It was my friend’s figure. Miss Bansah was lying in pain. My adrenalin shot up. I picked her up quickly and rushed to the village’s herbalist. Her head was gashed with a stone. The wound was deep.

“Please help her for me,” I told the herbalist whom I later got to know was called Mawufemor.

She was later transferred to a hospital in the city. I followed her there.

For two weeks , I was preoccupied with taking care of her. I saw it as a personal responsibility.

The question bothering my mind was , who would have attacked Miss Bansah and hurt her like that.

From my past experiences in the village I suspected Dzifa. She might have gotten jealous because I was free with miss Bansah.

I couldn’t think of any other logical explanation. Yes. That must be Dzifa’s handiwork.

In the course of helping Miss Bansah, something else happened to me. The more I helped her and wished she recuperated, the more my feelings for her deepened.

I began to feel whatever happened to her was my responsibility. I knew what I was feeling for miss Bansah was not ordinary. It was love.

In the third week, miss Bansah healed completely. I was very happy. I asked her what exactly happened to her. She said she was attacked by a group of girls numbering about five. I knew it .Those girls may have been the same girls who planned to gang rape me. They may be the same girls who wrote me the love letters. Yes, those girls were Dzifa’s hitgirls.

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My joy of seeing Miss Bansah healed from her wound was short-lived. One weeks later, I began having fever, headaches, and flu-like symptoms and was cranky.

I went to Dambai Health Centre for treatment where I was diagnosed with flu, and sore throat and treated with antibiotics and discharged.

Three days later, I realised my eyes were becoming yellowish. I went back to the local hospital, where the doctors examined my blood and suspected it was malaria. They promptly transferred me to Ridge Hospital in Accra for more specialized diagnosis and treatment.

It was found that malaria parasites were in my blood. Examined under the microscope, four red blood cells (marked “P”) are infected with Plasmodium falciparum parasites, the type that can cause severe, potentially fatal disease, even death.

The malaria had made me severely ill. My blood was too acidic (lactic acidosis) and had too little sugar (hypoglycemia). I was very anemic and also had low blood pressure.

The doctors admitted me to the intensive care unit (ICU) and connected me to a breathing machine. They administered intravenous fluids to correct my acidosis and hypoglycemia.

The doctor also administered intravenous drugs to destroy the malaria parasites.

Most fortunately, I recovered from that extraordinary ordeal. After two weeks of intensive treatment, I was well enough for the doctors to disconnect me from the breathing machine.

In all my sickness,Miss Bansah Lovelace had shown real concern by volunteering to come all the way from Tutukpene to Accra just to help me recuperate.

She was my support line at the hospital,giving me the medicines,

food,assisting my parents to bath for me and even praying with me.

One observing her from afar will find it very difficult to believe that Lovelace was not biologically related to me,let alone being my wife.

My parents were very thankful and appreciative of her indefatigable support. Later, my mum told me she wished to have Lovelace as her daughter -in-law.

After those two incidences,the bond between Lovelace and I became stronger and almost inseparable.