Don’t bother reading this story if u are not above 18.Β  Episode 4Β  I started work in a few weeks andΒ  for the first time in my life, I had aΒ  decent house for a home. It wasΒ  the bungalow behind the mainΒ  apartment and it was wellΒ  furnished. It was a pleasantΒ  environment for the kids evenΒ  though the Deputy BranchΒ  Manager who is actually Mr.Β  Johnson, did not have kids of theirΒ  age (his kids were grown and outΒ  of home) thus keeping themΒ  mostly indoors. It was a newΒ  beginning for the family evenΒ  though Chike did not eventuallyΒ  enjoy it as much as the rest of us,Β  given that he was soon transferredΒ  back to Lagos, forcing him to nowΒ  spend the weekdays away butΒ  usually return on weekends. TheΒ  Johnsons on their part were niceΒ  people. In fact, I immediatelyΒ  found out that they were veryΒ  religious. I was once told by aΒ  friend who knew them well thatΒ  Mr. Johnson himself was a DeaconΒ  while the wife headed a religiousΒ  group in their community. ThisΒ  was further proven when I beganΒ  finding lots of religious books,Β  tracts and leaflets around theΒ  house. They were absolutely theΒ  calmest you could find.Β  The real looser was me. Chike wasΒ  now a predictable presence andΒ  how much hurt that did to myΒ  libido and sexual urge! I haveΒ  come to be a highly sexual woman.Β  And even at this point, I still doΒ  unbelievable thing s to have sex! IΒ  still read dirty books and watchΒ  loads of p–n! I involve in sex chatsΒ  every night and would grab a f–kΒ  anywhere I can find a good one.Β  And all these began becomingΒ  even more evident while I was atΒ  the Johnsons. In fact, despite howΒ  much respect and adoration I hadΒ  for Mr. Johnson, I still occasionallyΒ  fantasized about him. While thisΒ  could be called wicked given thatΒ  his wife was also in the sameΒ  compound with us, it was just onlyΒ  worse because of the absence ofΒ  my ever-able Chike. Mr. JohnsonΒ  was good to me generally. HeΒ  accepted the wage I requested forΒ  with no argument. He also offeredΒ  to fund the schooling of my youngΒ  son all through to college and didΒ  the most by getting me to finishΒ  schooling myself. In few weeksΒ  after my arrival I began a part-Β  time program that would last for 3Β  years and he was funding it rightΒ  from his purse. He was anΒ  extremely good man and givenΒ  that he was just over 50 and ofΒ  good manners, he easily appearedΒ  like a father to my family.Β  But….that was never going toΒ  hide one fact. He was a very veryΒ  handsome man! Well built and tall.Β  His very light-skin was a fairΒ  contrast to mine and that of Chike.Β  His baritone voice was an ice-Β  breaker and his ever intimidatingΒ  aura of confidence was alwaysΒ  enough to melt any heart. MyΒ  getting to know him was whatΒ  began bringing out my old prideΒ  and arrogance. Suffering andΒ  poverty had suppressed this partΒ  of me causing me to ignore howΒ  wonderfully beautiful I was made.Β  But after a few months with theΒ  Johnsons, I found myself gettingΒ  as haughty as ever! I wouldΒ  address people anyway I liked andΒ  never batted a lid. But despite allΒ  these, I still felt my legs weakenΒ  whenever, I was in contact withΒ  Mr. Johnson. What I dreaded mostΒ  was looking like it was going toΒ  happen, deacon or not.Β  To be continued..

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