DIARY OF AN ADDICT - Episode 49

She allowed her hair flow down unhindered with a touch of red wetlips make up. Her eyelashes were a little touched with eye pencil. Her teeths were as white as ever; so white that it could help you see clearly even in the darkest tunnel. She carried a short cream bag to complete the touch of glamour, elegance, beauty and perfection

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She gave me a hug right there at the spot. My third leg signaled its presence and ever attentive readiness. Quickly I engaged it in a non-verbal communication to stop jumping for joy yet. It was an ego boosting sight that evening as we walk home together
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Seriously there nothing so soothing and sweeter than walking on the street together with a pretty lady. It is like an override that compels every eyes on the street – walking, sitting or driving – to fix their gaze on you. Chai! Truly, this was much more different to Ikorodu own. See levels? And you know, I’ve got to blend to my context
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I opened the door and accorded her the honour of going in first. I came inside and shut the door behind me. It was almost 6:30pm when she arrived my house. Na when dis babie go wan leave now. Before I begin to feel any lucky, I asked,
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Me: You are late o Cynthia. When are you leaving?
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Cynthia: I won’t stay long here. I’ll leave once it is 9pm. I won’t go home straight. A friend of mine stays in Phase 1. I will go pass the night there with her before going home the following day
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Me: Ok. That’s good
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This is approximately 2hr 30mins. Too short now, especially for a first timer. Well, one good term they say, deserves another. Let me make her feel so important in this her debut in my house. I made sure she had a swell time and her facial expression showed that she was impressed and satisfied with my hospitality
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It was almost time for her to leave. She looked at me and gestured her readiness to leave. I excused myself for a while. I reached for my wallet, counted 5k and sq££zed it inside her bag. I instructed her not to check what I put inside her bag until she’s gone. She obeyed (well, partly because ladies love stuffs like that)