Don’t bother reading this story if u are not above 18. Episode 4 I started work in a few weeks and for the first time in my life, I had a decent house for a home. It was the bungalow behind the main apartment and it was well furnished. It was a pleasant environment for the kids even though the Deputy Branch Manager who is actually Mr. Johnson, did not have kids of their age (his kids were grown and out of home) thus keeping them mostly indoors. It was a new beginning for the family even though Chike did not eventually enjoy it as much as the rest of us, given that he was soon transferred back to Lagos, forcing him to now spend the weekdays away but usually return on weekends. The Johnsons on their part were nice people. In fact, I immediately found out that they were very religious. I was once told by a friend who knew them well that Mr. Johnson himself was a Deacon while the wife headed a religious group in their community. This was further proven when I began finding lots of religious books, tracts and leaflets around the house. They were absolutely the calmest you could find. The real looser was me. Chike was now a predictable presence and how much hurt that did to my libido and sexual urge! I have come to be a highly sexual woman. And even at this point, I still do unbelievable thing s to have sex! I still read dirty books and watch loads of p–n! I involve in sex chats every night and would grab a f–k anywhere I can find a good one. And all these began becoming even more evident while I was at the Johnsons. In fact, despite how much respect and adoration I had for Mr. Johnson, I still occasionally fantasized about him. While this could be called wicked given that his wife was also in the same compound with us, it was just only worse because of the absence of my ever-able Chike. Mr. Johnson was good to me generally. He accepted the wage I requested for with no argument. He also offered to fund the schooling of my young son all through to college and did the most by getting me to finish schooling myself. In few weeks after my arrival I began a part- time program that would last for 3 years and he was funding it right from his purse. He was an extremely good man and given that he was just over 50 and of good manners, he easily appeared like a father to my family. But….that was never going to hide one fact. He was a very very handsome man! Well built and tall. His very light-skin was a fair contrast to mine and that of Chike. His baritone voice was an ice- breaker and his ever intimidating aura of confidence was always enough to melt any heart. My getting to know him was what began bringing out my old pride and arrogance. Suffering and poverty had suppressed this part of me causing me to ignore how wonderfully beautiful I was made. But after a few months with the Johnsons, I found myself getting as haughty as ever! I would address people anyway I liked and never batted a lid. But despite all these, I still felt my legs weaken whenever, I was in contact with Mr. Johnson. What I dreaded most was looking like it was going to happen, deacon or not. To be continued..