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Before I continue I want you to know this story am sharing is a true life story that has a Reflection of myself growing as a Young Dude, Its Simply a Diary of Myself so it will take about forever to finish
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I don’t do married women; no, I don’t. That’s disrespectful and dishonorable. However, I almost had it with her if not for good conscience and determination
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I was coming home one day from shop with the phone that Iya Bola’s husband had asked me to give his wife as a surprise on her birthday: a brandnew Blackberry Bold 6. He insructed me to walk in silently without her notice, drop the phone on the table with a simple note, “I love you darling. Happy birthday. From your lovely husband.” I agreed to it; well, not without him giving me egunje for the job
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On that day, I walked into her apartment when I thought she will be sleeping. I dropped the phone on the table and was about to leave when she came out of the bathroom Unclad
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This was possible because of the way their apartment was structured. She froze when she saw me standing with my eyes fully surveying her body part. It is hard to tell if Tolu (Iya Bola) was actually the mother of her kids. I said this not because she flirts, but because her body was just perfect that you wouldn’t believe she had had two children already. Her body was way perfect and smooth more than many of our teenage girls these days
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She walked silently clutching and covering her p***y and bossom. I looked away from her while she made her way inside her room. I left her house immediately without saying anything. I went back to my apartment, locked the door behind and began reminiscing about what I just saw. I laughed, hissed, felt remorseful and sad. I spent 30 more minutes inside the house before I decided to go back to shop. When I opened my door, I saw a white paper on my footmat at the entrance of my door which reads,
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“You saw me didn’t you? I hope I’m beautiful and s*xy**, still? Thanks for bringing the phone silently.”
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Since that day, there is nothing I requested that she wouldn’t do. At times, I felt she was over-doing things just to please me
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TO BE CONT

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