The Runs Girl

Episode 14

My roommate was fast asleep when I got back from the spiritualist’s temple.
Her eyes looked swollen like someone who had been crying before falling asleep.
The loss of her new jeep must have gotten to her but I didn’t feel any pity for her. I was even happy with the situation of things.
I looked at her from head to toe and shrugged my shoulders.
We haven’t had any open confrontation with each other so I had to maintain my decorum.
I took some water from our drum and went to the bathroom to have my bath.
I was sweating profusely and didn’t want the sweat to dry on my body.
By the time I came out, my roommate was awake and sitting upright on the bed.
“You’re back,” she said looking up at me.
“My dear, I’m back o,” I replied staring back at her. “What is the police saying about your stolen jeep?”
“They said they haven’t seen any trace of it,” she replied. “I wonder if they will ever find it. You know our police and their lapses.”
“My dear don’t worry, they will find it,” I said pretending like I care.
“I really hope they do,” she murmured.
I dried my body with my hand towel and wore a light cotton gown with nothing underneath.
Then I logged onto my facebook account.
It had been long I last visited facebook and I knew I would have accumulated lots of messages.
I was right.
There were lots of messages in my inbox some of which were relevant with others which were quite irrelevant.
Among the relevant ones were some which were outdated and some which were recent.
There was this particular one sent an hour ago from one Valentino hotel about a guy that just arrived from the United States of America and needed company.
The message specified that the guy had gone through the pics of all the beautiful girls in the hotel’s database and selected my pic as his favourite and was willing to pay as much as 500k to have a taste of my pu$$¥.
The deal was mouth watering and I was ready to take a shot at it.
I was convinced that the spiritualist’s powers were at work and my respect for the man grew tremendously.
With my roommate’s charms neutralised, I had no other obstacle blocking my business.
I had spent a hundred and fifty thousand naira at the spiritualist’s temple and was going to make five hundred thousand tonight.
What other evidence do I need to convince me of the spiritualist’s unlimited powers?
I quickly replied the facebook message stating clearly that I was ready for the job and would be at the hotel by 7.00pm on the dot.
“Thank you for responding to our message,” they replied back. “7pm is ok. See ya…”