No abusive words Episode 3 The real gist begins when I had my third child – a boy. The second was also a girl but she came after I had turned 24 as I began finding it difficult to conceive. But just after her, the boy came, in exactly 3 years. They were all beautiful kids and I always remain grateful for them. However, it appeared as though the coming of the third would bring a lot of difficulty for us. Chika was still working then and was even doing some minnow jobs during the weekends to see that ends met. I too had to raise a little stall just in front of our shanty house where I sold locally- made soaps I had produced myself. When it began looking like hawking the soaps was more effective, I began doing so. But this exposed me to a life I had forgotten for a while. I began mingling with men again and just like before, I ended up putting up little or no resistance and started f—–g like some wild chicken all a new. I was usually heavily filled with c-m each time I returned home since I would have bagged 2 or 3 mean dicks during the day and even though Chika never seemed to suspect anything, I was soon attracting the suspicions of neighbours. The only edge I had was that these men usually bought a great chunk of the trade I visited them with, so was being financially rewarded each time. More Interesting Stories On Topster Stories App But this began gradually turning ineffective immediately Darlington our son was born. In fact, I soon found myself visiting these men without any reason other than to f–k and even when I never got money in return, I was still very fine and satisfied. This was so bad that when Chika announced to me that we were going to move from Lagos, I felt like a broken woman! I was now a s–t! Simple! We moved from Lagos to Abeokuta in the coming months. Chike was transferred to his office’s new branch at the Ogun and given that we never had much, it was always going to be impossible for us to stay apart. So we moved with him, forcing the kids to change schools. And this was where I met the Johnsons. I hadn’t thought it was going to be possible getting to know people like that, but it happened. It was just like every other night. I had returned from marketing some of my soaps (I began the trade again) and met Chike home quite early. After serving him dinner and f—–g ourselves silly, he told me he got an offer from a friend. At first I thought he was referring to a new job offer which should of course be superior to his, so began to adjust to hear him out. But he didn’t say so. He said instead a friend of his in the office told him that their Deputy Branch Manager, was in need of a housekeeper. I didn’t get the thing initially so I asked him if he was interested, to which he laughed and said yes but for me. I got confused and asked him to explain. So he explained that he would want me to pick up the job while he continued with his driving role at his office. I wasn’t exactly pleased as I felt the job was the most demeaning I should ever think of doing. But after he narrated how good the potential employer was, I decided to give it a try. We were going to be given an apartment within the Deputy Branch Manager’s residency. And all I was required to do was to keep his home tidy while they paid me. His wife was a nice woman so was always available to cook for the home. To be continued..