JUDAS (THE TRAITOR) EPISODES 23

JUDAS


EPISODE 23
…From then onwards, it was grin upon grin, hug upon hug and pecks upon pecks from the gentlemen and ladies. I felt unleashed and ready to mingle. As I was basking in this new trend, something strange happened. I felt a hand from behind grab my ass like one would grab a whore. I was wondering what was wrong with Vincent, he wouldn’t do such thing in public. I wrestled free and turned only to meet a huge dark bearded guy with a gawky smile that instead of brightening his face wrecked it more. “Come on bitch, I love that ass. We’re gonna rock that

ass tonight, what do you think?” He said with a foreign accent. Glaring at him with absolute disgust, I retorted. “Well I think you’re very disgusting with a face like a wrecked baboon. I can’t help but blame your father who was too poor to buy a condom in order to prevent you from existing.

Well, I thought he looked scary when he smiled, but

my words made him look beastly and quite horrific. I

could liken him to Shriek.

“What the fuck did you say?” He snarled and looked scarier as he bared his irregular canine. His enigmatic figure sent shivers down my spine and stood my hairs straight. What had I done?

“Buggy chill, what happened?” I heard Vincent’s voice

approaching behind me and that gave me some

relief. “This bitch need to be taught some lesson about using her cavity. Or I’m gonna slice her up and serve my dogs on a plate for dessert.” “What’s going on?” Another man asked and soon we were forming a small crowd. I explained what happened to Vincent who shook his head to my shock and said, “well you have to be careful how you talk around here.” “Is that what you have to say? Some one grabbed your wife’s ass hours after you married her and this

is what you have to say Vincent?” I watched as they all made faces towards me and began telling Vincent his wife was rude. I was bewildered and wondered what a joke they were, all

of them, including my pathetic husband. “Just take me out of here now please.” I bellowed. Vincent grabbed me by the hand, just under the

shoulder and headed for my room. As soon as we

were inside, he slammed the door behind us and sat

me down. “Now listen, you overreacted.” “How would you say that? He came from behind and grabbed my ass like I was his pro and I couldn’t take that. You should warn him off. For crying out loud this is our post wedding party of all things and I should be the queen here, hello! What is all this? I served that big for nothing fool what he deserved and gimme the chance over and over again I’ll only use it better in getting the better of him…Shameless bastard.” Vincent stayed calm until I was done and grunted. He turned around and placed both hands on his side, then paced about in the room. “Okay fine, just stay in here and forget about the party.” “I was never going to step out anyway…Like you knew

my mind.” “Alright, I’d go and attend to my guests.”

He said and started leaving. “Well that’s what happens when you refused to accept my own guests. Rubbish and condiments.” I swore under my breath as he said nothing and shut the door behind him.

Enraged, I slammed clenched fists into the bed as the music from the party downstairs blared on. I approached the window to take a view of the beast one more time. The entire space and rooms linked to it had been booked by my husband, meaning only

them had access, both viewing and entry access to the venue. I saw Vincent go to speak to Shriek and they exchanged brawls before the other guys intervened and calmed them. They hugged afterwards with the other guys trying to appease them. What were they up to? Why didn’t everyone and even Vincent refute what he did? They all seemed to be

comfortable with it and Vincent thought I overreacted? I retreated to my bed very angry but helpless. I was brooding until I slept off. I woke up much later and the music was still blaring. I heaved myself from the bed to go ease myself in the toilet as I was feeling pressed. I still felt sleepy but decided to peer through the window once again to see how far they had gone. In one swift flash, sleep fled from my bleary eyes. My post wedding party had been turned into something strange…
WATCH OUT FOR EPISODE 24

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JUDAS (THE TRAITOR) EPISODE 22

JUDAS (THE TRAITOR)


EPISODE 22
…Pathetically she lamented in her text on how she had loved me so

dearly but never understood why I hated her so much. She never thought I’d be going out with Vincent even after her instincts had given her reasons to. I read her text and deleted it without a tinge of guilt. Just as I was about to leave my hotel room to the waiting car, another text came in and it happened to be part of the first message that was hanging. It was Nelly telling me if only I had told her, I’d never have made the worst mistake of my life. Mmmmmmmmm! I became so scared and thought and thought of

calling her back to know what she meant but 

before that a knock came on my door. I was running out of time.

“Will you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded

wife, to love and cherish, in sickness and in health,

for richer for poorer, and for better for worse, till

death do you apart?” The priest asked him.

“Yes I do,” Vincent replied​ with a broad smile.

“Will you take this man,” the priest turned to me and started reciting the creed. “To be your lawfully

wedded husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness

and in health, for richer for poorer and for better for

worse, till death do you part?” I stood meditating on Nelly’s text earlier. What if I say no and ran off from the church? What if I

refused to marry Vincent and flee to safety? Safety

from what? What did I know Vincent did wrong to

Nelly? Why was Nelly so pathetic about my union with him? What could it be I was missing? My heartbeat switched rhythm and eventually lost rhythm. “Nomsa?” Vincent’s voice startled me. I had been

engrossed in my meditation I didn’t realise everyone was waiting for me. “The priest is waiting.”

“Oh, okay.” I turned to the priest and smiled sheepishly.

He frowned and growled under his breath but loud

enough for me to hear, “the response is ‘yes I do’.”

“Oh, Yes I do. Sorry about that.” I turned and smiled

apologetically at Vincent who didn’t find it funny at

all. He kept a wrinkled temple even through to the reception while I smiled and remained cheerful. I had

resolved to put my fears behind me and enjoy my

day. It was only meant to come once. By dusk, it was all over and we were back in our hotel room. It was over and marriage had begun. The post

wedding party, according to my husband was for a

caucus. I was wondering what he meant by that but

he explained I should wait and see what he meant.

“But I have friends who’d want to be part of it too?” I

fussed “Of course you do but how much is your own

contribution to everything today? Tell me, what?

Have you not heard that he who pays the piper

dictates the tune? Don’t even try bringing anyone or you’d end up embarrassing yourself.”

While he was speaking he’d been undoing his

clothes. He started for the bathroom and paused at

the door. “And by the way, what was that stunt you

pulled there before the priest?” “What is that?” I asked. “Don’t even play dumb with me. You know, the ‘yes I do’ part? Like you hesitated.” I forced a chuckle through. I see that’s why you have been frowning all day. Hey, I was just overwhelmed. It

happens to a lot of ladies, especially those who can’t

believe they are marrying their dream man.” I angled

my head and smiled.

Oh really. He disappeared into the bathroom while I

sighed and collapsed on the bed, tired. We walked out to a loud roar from the ladies and gentlemen present. It was a casual cocktail and poolside party. The men had jeans and t-shirts while the ladies wore skimpy dresses. Why did I call them dresses? Some had bikinis, what I call just pants and bra. Every man had a girl or two by his side and some even had three, I could finger about three of them like that. I was the holiest in a pair of bum shorts and a tang top. Altogether, there were about thirty people. “Alright ladies and gentlemen, with me here is the man of the day with his Cinderella,” a guy who had introduced himself to me as Bright at the wedding announced. “So we’re gonna be making a toast to their arrival so the party begins in a earnest.”

His words were met with another loud roar of praises and healing. Vincent smiled and waved them while I followed suit.

After the toast, he said a few words of appreciation

for honouring him on his wedding and presented me to them as “Our Wife”. I shot him an inquisitive stare but he never bothered to look at me. The ladies kept smiling and staring at me with an aura of acknowledgement. Somehow they kept me

uncomfortable.

Music came on and the dance floor opened. Some

people plunged into the pool and floated with the help of the rubbers on the water. A lot of people began approaching me and kept saying “welcome to the family.”

M What family were they talking about? I was wondering when a still small voice from the back of my mind whispered to me, “don’t you think you’re playing Nelly’s tape in your head? Do you like to keep this veil over your face? Can’t you see? These people are beautiful and love you so much, they are family. Just tell yourself, welcome home and put Nelly to shame.” The word Nelly injected vigour from nowhere into me. I felt doused with courage and regretted being deluded by Nelly’s text. From then onwards, it was grin upon grin, hug upon hug and pecks upon pecks from the gentlemen and ladies. I felt unleashed and ready to mingle. As I was basking in this new trend, unfortunately something very terrible happened… 
WATCH OUT FOR EPISODE 23
What do you think happened?

DIEZANI REFUNDS 90 BILLION DOLLARS

#Diezani Refunds 90 Billion Dollar CNN Confirmed
I start to imagine what a normal human being would ever need 13 Billion British Pounds that’s 27 trillions of Naira for in this limited world, which if divided according to the equivocal population of Nigerians 170,000,000 people each person will get over N158 millions.

I wonder if former President GEJ could imagine that only one out of his ex-Ministers could steal such a stupendous amount under his administration without his knowledge.

Wonders shall never end! In reference to the CNN report that the former Minister has made a refund of $90B already, how much is Dangote worth? 
As at today Dangote is worth $14.7B and the 67th in the world while Bill Gates was the 2nd with $ 79.2 on the Forbes list.
Diezani is simply a wonder. Old pensioners are dying of hunger daily, Insurgency is consuming lives of innocent Nigerians, workers are no longer getting their salaries as at when due, Government can no longer build infrastructures, road all over the country are in complete bad shape and only one woman got away with this kind of money.

Nigeria is a wonder, while Diezani is a SHAME 

http://m.thenigerianvoice.com/news/221309/diezani-refunds-90-billion-dollar-cnn-confirmed.html

JUDAS (THE TRAITOR) EPISODES 20&21

JUDAS(THW TRAITOR)


EPISODE 20
…Before he could say a word, I’d grabbed his head and shoved him into my crotch. He kissed below my navel and ran his tongue symmetrically down to the divide of my labia. He used his tongue to slit the curtains of my labia for the inner pinnacle to be revealed. Vincent had no respect for holiness at all. That which was hidden in the inner chamber, he exposed with his tongue and flickered it over the erected Clint that stood, yearning

for attention. “Uhhhhh…” I jerked as he made contact. This felt

totally different. I almost had a seizure. Vincent applied pressure with his tongue and began running it slowly up and down with every wetness he

could garner. I looked so apologetic with a sorry face begging for attention.

He dropped the shower and used both hands to

separate the labia to avoid further restriction. Ever seen a man diligent in his tasks. Vincent was dining with kings already. He planted his lips on my

labia and suckled at it with vacuum in his mouth.

“Yeeee!” I let out a sharp cry but he grabbed my

buttocks and pressed my waist against his face. No

hope of escape, just death awaiting me. I clung on to

him and almost fell off the tub but for his strength

with which he grabbed.

“Yeeaaah! Uhhhhh! Aaarrrgggg!” I couldn’t stop screaming in several ways and he did dare to stop. Rather, he began doing it with a tongue. I kept on screaming. “I’m coming… I’m coming uhhhhbhh!” I clung to him

as I tensed and stopped feeling my limbs. I felt all the juice rush out while he took them all. He slid his two fingers in me like trying to dig up something and feeling the rough mound just under my clitoris. He thrust in and out until I cried and rocked my waist as the entire fluid came rushing for the second time in

a row. What was I in for?

I grabbed his erection and was about to reciprocate

when he opted against if and kissed me on the

forehead. “Join me in bed.” He said and grabbed a towel. Unfortunately, there was something about his features that I didn’t

like…
WATCH OUT FOR EPISODE 21


JUDAS(THE TRAITOR)
EPISODE 21
…Unfortunately, there was something about his features that I did not like but whatsoever, everything will be solved in bed. Even after I’d been engaged, one thing I never stopped doing was to engage in a solo competition with Nelly, though she wasn’t aware. Since after I left her wedding, I only took her call once and it ended there. But now, I posted series of pictures taken in Vincent’s luxurious apartment on Facebook, Instagram and all other social media accounts I had. He’d assured me we’d be moving to Ndola after our marriage and each time I visited the place I’d be fighting an unknown battle with everyone I see there, mindless of if they lived on the Island or

not. I just had this idea that I was going to be jointing them soon and rehearsed the big girl I’d be acting in Vincent’s car.

I stayed a little above one week with Vincent with my

hole drilled at every chance he got. He’d wake up in the morning and drill a round or two, occasionally run back home and drill another set of rounds with clothes on, then run back home a little earlier than closing time for the same purpose. He also ensured we fed well and even studied sex enhancements foods which he bought and ensured we stocked the house with them. During our free days, we played games like draft, ludo, quizzes, Scrabble and seldom chess. The main game was in what happens to the one who fails, he’d have to obey what ever task imposed by the the other party. I always lost so had a larger part of the penalties. Sometimes the punishment would be to give him blow job for a specified duration. At times I’d feel uncomfortable about it

but wouldn’t want to spoil the fun, I’m not a Kill joy.

So in turn, I’d use my own fewer wins to get a head,

boob treat with icy yogurt or Irish cream or anything I

could get a hold on. Hmm! that was sensational though. So one of the highlights included one day he’d requested we played a game which involved role play. I didn’t understand that but felt he just wanted to remember childhood, playing daddy and mummy, but no. He tied my hands and legs to the bed posts and pinned my head down so I couldn’t move them, just squirm and wriggle under him while he did everything thing he could think of to my body. He licked every part of my body from my loved to my neck and my cleavage to my nipples. Before he went to lick and suck everything around my crotch region while I screamed and eventually passed out from extreme pleasure. When I woke up, he had prepared a meal for me to eat and I fed well while he told me I was awesome and

his only source of happiness. I smiled weakly. “You see, I’ve come to understand why so many marriages break up and people don’t last in

marriages,” he analysed. “The reason people cheat on their spouses is lack of adventure. When you are always adventurous about sex, always willing to explore every available space, you will be faced with many options of styles and sex activities

that the missionary will be an act you crave for but

don’t get a chance to practise.” While he spoke, I kept wondering what other thing as left to explore or would be left to explore before we got married. I explained that I needed some rest as my whole body was in pain from excess drilling and

reminded him that he was massive below. He laughed and said, “Baby see, no pain no pleasure.

There is no pain with pleasure and vise versa. Pain and pleasure go together to make a perfect and complete sense.”

I didn’t understand one thing but he promised to let me be for some days but not without occasional blow jobs and hand jobs or even leg jobs yes, he taught me that too. How I could him to come with my legs as my hands without inflicting any form of injuries. Vincent was something else. Eventually, I left his house to go and inform my

parents further down south about him and pave way for an introduction. My old friends became old cargo because of the shopping Vincent took me prior to my departure. I bought things for everyone at home and my mother danced and praised God for answering our prayers. I stopped sharing public transport with people and took a drop everywhere, assuring my siblings that the next time I’d visit, I’d be driving my own car.

Marriage plans kicked off and Vincent found it easy to pay everything he was asked and added extra. I got to meet Vincent’s friends and funny enough they were not married yet, not any one of them. They nodded in approval when they got to know I was The One. The One? What did they mean by that? I didn’t want to ponder over it and give myself a heart attack.

After all, every man would have a number of

girlfriends but would eventually end up marrying one. Yet my concern was on how they kept staring at me and my buttocks especially, in a very suggestive way. Vincent didn’t seem to bother but instead kept high

shoulders. I decided not to make anything out of all

that, not to dwell on that, perhaps everything would

change after the knot was tied. The traditional marriage was the best my village had ever experienced. The pictures made rounds on all

my social media platforms I owned accounts, with

altered settings to keep off Nelly. Why I kept Nelly away nevertheless, still remained vague to me. She was happily married, which I never admitted, yet I didn’t want her around me. I didn’t want her to attend my wedding, neither to realise it was Vincent I was getting married to. I knew she

would find out soon but what did I care? I was waiting for the impending consequential drama.

We flew business class to Paris to shop for the

wedding and spent the succeeding weekend in

Switzerland. He assured me our honeymoon would be in Asia, with Dubai top on the list. I didn’t just fall in love with Vincent, I drowned in love for him.

On the eve of my wedding, just as I was about to

sleep, my phone started ringing. Vincent wouldn’t be calling me at this time of the night. Not after he had sneaked to my hotel for some quickie before leaving and calling to inform me he’d arrived his own hotel room. I ignored but the caller kept calling, four more times. I became worried and heaved myself off the bed to the socket and picked up the phone. “Mtcheeeeeeew!” I hissed a very long one and put my phone on silent. Nelly must have learnt of the wedding and was calling. I had been rehearsing for the drama but didn’t include ungodly hours in my practice. I dozed off moments later and woke up to a long sermon of how I was a traitor. She lamented pathetically in her text on how she had loved me so dearly but never understood why I hated her so much. She never thought I’d be going out with Vincent even

after her instincts had given her reasons to. I read her text and deleted it without a tinge of guilt.

Just as I was about to leave my hotel room to the waiting car, another text came in, after reading the text I became scared…
WATCH OUT FOR EPISODE 22

JUDAS (THE TRAITOR) EPISODE 17,18&19

JUDAS(THE TRAITOR)

EPISODE 17
…When the image of Vincent’s bedroom flashed into my head. I jerked at the thought and mistakenly knocked a bottle of fragrance to the tiled floor. The loud crash attracted the attention of

the other party in the room. “Babe, are you okay?” Nelly asked. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s nothing.” I ran both hands over my head.

The bride and chief were set before half past nine

o’clock. We waited patiently for the car to arrive that would take us to church, just a fifteen minute drive from the hotel. We hadn’t spoken much since the last

conversation. I didn’t know what to feel towards Nelly

or what Nelly was feeling towards me. I didn’t care so much either, I was in the middle of nowhere and Nelly was part of the solution even though she had no idea. Just as we were about to leave after the car had arrived, I asked everyone else to excuse us for a little

friendly chat which they obliged. Nelly gave me that knowing stare, wondering what else I’d come up with. “Of course you know I didn’t buy that sex maniac lunatic thing. I really want to know and feel I have the right to know. So are you now ready to speak?” Nelly shook her head in total disbelief. “Not again. I

refuse to be drawn into this again. We must leave

now.” “If you don’t tell me right now I’d call Paul and

tell him anything that comes to mind and I swear I’ll make it damn bloody.” I warned sternly.

She retreated from the door and came close to me, close enough I could feel her breath. She wasn’t​

derided at all as her breath was steady. But then she

spoke in a cold, still voice.

“So tell me girlfriend, why are you doing this? What is

it you have refused to tell me? You were supposed to be my chief bride’s maid, but here you are playing the witch of Ooz. What exactly do you want?” “The truth.” I replied coldly. She nodded slowly and pulsed her lips. She then opened her purse and took out her phone which she forced into my hand and ordered. “Make the damn call. I saved his I-D as P.” I was shocked by her action. With the phone still in my hand, she turned towards the door and slammed it hard behind her. Frozen at that spot, I knew it was game over. She’d never get to talk to me, ever. The grand piano hummed from a distance as we arrived the decorated premises of the Christianity Church. Beautiful gowns and suits, foreign and local, littered the whole place with everyone feeling important. Paul’s BMW arrived accompanied by

some other vehicles that formed a convoy, with both indicator lights of each vehicle blinking. I felt like we were receiving the president. I knew what I was expecting to see but not how classy it would come. The oil men had arrived with oil palms and wheels. The bridal train was a crop of charming beauties,

most of which were regular campus girls hired for the day and hoping to make a catch or two from the oil guys. Their long baby pink gowns with slight touches of reddish pink and white Shawls to cover their shoulders until the reception time. To say these ladies were beautiful was to say the

least about them. But then, I had my focus on the gentlemen alighting from the convoy of beautiful luxurious vehicles. “So you never told me Charles was the Best Man, how could you?” I leaned forward and whispered into Nelly’s ear.

“I think something went wrong. He wasn’t​ supposed to be. You saw Williams, he was supposed to be the Best

Man.” I swore under my breath and maintained a cordial expression, somewhat deadpan. From then on, the wedding was more of a torment, a day of torture, just emotional dilemma. I felt so ashamed of myself. I

had enjoyed the kiss initially and even dreamt about it but now, I hated Charles for trying to take the place of my Vincent. He was far cuter and better than all the oil boys put together, I mean my Vincent. That thought

gave me all the strength and energy required to scale this stream full of hungry crocodiles in my own mind. We processed and I found myself sitting side by side with my now arch enemy. He kept making eye contact with me as he never ceased to turn my way. In return, I’d look away to avoid incessant glances.

Immediately after the wedding we headed for the reception. Thankfully, the wedding was intended not to consume too much time. When it was time to

dance, I disappeared through the back as I noticed Charles was looking for me. How could I have known I’d never escape him? As soon as the reception was over, or rather my part of the bargain, as I wasn’t interested​ in the post

wedding party, I retreated to the hotel room to pick up my belongings and leave. I was really done with putting up with Nelly’s fortunes. I wanted to be gone from her and far away as much as I could. I picked the things I owned and started to leave. As

soon as I stepped into the hallway that led to the

elevators, he grunted from behind me and startled

me. “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” He apologised

sincerely. “Well, always find a better way to announce your presence.” I retorted. “Maybe next time I’d bring along a praise singer. All hail King Charles.” “It’s​ not funny,” I rebuffed him sternly. “Oh, okay. So why are you leaving so soon. I thought

you’d stay back for the party tonight. You don’t wanna miss it, do you?”

“I’m sorry, but I have a flight to catch.” I started

leaving but he trailed behind me. “But why in such a hurry. At least you can still make the trip tomorrow morning. Today is Saturday, and tomorrow is Sunday.” I didn’t reply him and walked through the gaping elevator doors. He joined me. “Okay fine, I just wanted to apologise for last night. I lost a very impulsive battle.” “How am I supposed to be concerned with what you

want?” I was deliberately being annoying. “Okay fine, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I thought I could use tonight to make up for it.” He said with both palms joined together like a kid praying in the kindergarten.

I didn’t utter a word until the elevator came to a halt and the doors divided again to let us out. “You know what?” I eventually said to him, “I’m good and fine. At least you can see for yourself. Good bye

lover boy.” I didn’t look back again until the cab I had chattered drove me off the hotel premises.

On my way to the airport, a text message arrived and

Vincent’s ID. I smiled to myself and opened to read. “Nomolusa, Oh sorry, Nomsa my cute Nomsa. Hope you’re on your way already? I don’t want you to miss that flight. Lots of surprises await you, it’s all red red good night! I was smiling hard when I finished reading and

enjoyed the splattering rain against the window of the cab. It had started raining. Looking out the window, feeling the cold, hugging myself and hoping it would all be over in another 2 hours time maxi. I wouldn’t want to miss red red night for any boring wedding party.

Indeed, Vincent had a huge surprise waiting for me…
WATCH OUT FOR EPISODE 18

JUDAS(THE TRAITOR)
EPISODE 18
…I wouldn’t want to miss red red night for any boring wedding party. Indeed, Vincent had a huge surprise waiting for me. Vincent was at the airport on my arrival. The first thing I spotted was his succulent lips. I didn’t really know why I felt so enthused about him or this visit in particular, maybe it was just all the events

surrounding Nelly’s engagement and wedding. They were so dramatic like in the movies, so unreal, the sad thing being, they were real. Back to his lips, they looked soft and tender like a baby’s. I was tripping already and felt a bit lubricious below. He took my luggage from me and loaded them in the

trunk and returned to give me a tight embrace. Vincent held the door for me to enter the car and he

zoomed off as soon as he was behind the wheel. The

drive to his house was swift and smooth. As soon as we arrived home, he began unloading the luggage while I headed to my room. “Hello,” he called my attention. “This way please.” “I…” I started to say but he cut me off. “Yeah I know, we’re staying in my room this time.”

Vincent room? I tried to speak, but could only gape. No way I was going to stay in Vincent’s room. But how would he take my objection and rejection? Before I could utter another word, he was on his way to his room while I followed reluctantly, dragging my feet behind him. I stood at the entrance of the bedroom not knowing how to enter. The sight of the other day kept flashing through my head. I wanted to retreat to the sitting room when he called me and asked what was keeping me.

I slowly shoved the door and peered through the gap created. I caught a glimpse of a lemon green duve, rolled halfway over a white floral bed sheet. The

pillows were multicoloured, about six of them, arranged on the large family size bed.

I stepped in, holding the door ajar. The room had

become brilliant and cozy. The colours seemed to

have been carefully selected to appease and seduce a lady although in my case, I was already a horny lady waiting to be devoured. The room had changed from what I saw, perhaps I was simply disillusioned. Maybe I had been hallucinating all this while. What the hell was wrong with me? This room looked like heaven, I thought I may never have need for heaven if I’d be made to stay in this room.

I smiled and studied the room with a slow swipe of

the eyes around me. “The last time you came, did you at any point come in

here?” He threw the question I wasn’t expecting and drew a gasp from me. “Uhmm… Come in here? How is that possible? It was always locked.” His unflinching stare never left my eyes as he searched for what I didn’t know. “Why did you ask? Is there any problem?” “No, not at all. You know, you were searching the room like you have been here before.” I laughed. “You sound like you worked on this room in anticipation of today.” He smirked and shook his head, “you’re a genius. But no, the room has always been like this. Just changed a few things to accommodate your taste.” “Then I must say you did a good job.” I smiled and winked at him.

He smiled and spread his arms wide, “come here.”

I moved to cover the space between us, wrapped by his hands. He wrestled me to my back on the bed and started kissing me. Certainly, Vincent seemed

starved, evident in his extreme hardness and desire. The way he kissed me felt like he’d been thirsty and stranded in a desert, and eventually ran into an oasis. My mouth was the source of his life, and my tongue was his straw. He sucked my tongue and made me

do same like one blowing a manhood. We tongue

wrestled while he began undoing my clothing. In a matter of few seconds, my bra was exposed and

my skin was met with the coldness from the air

conditioner he had torn my gown impatiently. I arced my back so he could gain easy access to my hook and off he flung my bra across the room. I longed for him inside of me already, I wanted to feel his hardness and ruthlessness against the inner walls of my lubricious thing. I, in turn began to wrestle with his belt. He stood erect and helped me peel his trousers down to his

knees, while he freed the Long man from his boxers it was obviously angry judging by the veins. He helped me peel off my pant and tossed it aside, lifting my gown to reveal his heaven on earth. “Oh baby, I can’t wait.” I cried, watching the throbbing

pestle with a cap like a mushroom. “Welcome back home my love,” was all Vincent said before the drill began. “Uhhhhh!” The first thrust drew a loud gasp of arrival from me. With my legs, wide apart in the air, Vincent began digging like he was certain there was gold down there. Each thrust hit the end walls of my private part and sent me into electrocution. The feeling was sizzling and felt like I would stop living at the next thrust. Five minutes later, we were both speaking gibberish and swearing at each other. He quickly withdrew from

me and I couldn’t believe the Long man hadn’t shrunk one bit. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and turned me over. “Show me that ass baby let me rock your back till you can’t sit again.” I chuckled and pushed my buttocks up an elevated

angle. He exclaimed at that sight and found his way back using his hand to guide long man back in. He bent over and grabbed my boobs while digging further inside. I didn’t​ know how I just felt but I was out of my body. At one point, I begged him to stop or I’d die but again,

I thrust my ass backward against his groin area

which made him feel I implied he wasn’t thrusting

hard enough. Vincent was a beast, he went for the kill, thrusting faster and harder while I screamed my breath out. Soon we both rocked and tensed as he came inside me. I could feel the hot fluid spurting against my walls, wrestling with those coming from me and

causing an eruption. He collapsed on me and we both lay there with his

penis right inside me. It felt good. Our heavy panting could be heard from over fifty meters away. “Did you say you have a surprise for me? Could there be anymore surprise?” I managed to ask amidst heavy panting.

Vincent chuckled and kissed my earlobes. “This is just a welcome. Let’s go and shower, this journey is still very far.” And for real, the journey was still far, moreover, the story changed steam…
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JUDAS(THE TRAITOR)
EPISODE 19
…Moreover, the story changed steam. Vincent set the heater temperature and filled the bath tub while I went unclad to the kitchen to fetch some

apples, cucumbers, mangoes, carrots, bananas, groundnuts and

a large bottle of chilled yoghurt. I blended all together and poured the yoghurt into the mixture. I was feeling hungry but couldn’t wait until we finished bathing before eating something, I was scared that with the

way Vincent was going, I might never survive it. Funny right? “You missed a call.” He informed me from the bathroom door.

I placed the concoction on the bed and went to seek

my phone. “It was actually five missed calls from

Nelly. Funny enough, she hasn’t totally gotten over

you.” “You discuss me with Nelly?” He grimaced. “Not really. I just wanted to know what she felt about

your breakup with her.”

“Did she say anything?”

“She refused to say. But she is not over it yet. That

girl is just something else. Thank God I’ve moved on.

She should just be on her own and enjoy her marriage. Vincent came out from the bathroom naked and found my concoction on the bed. “What is that?” “It’s​ what I call concoction. A mixture of apple, cucumber, banana, carrots, groundnuts and yoghurt.

It’s cool and tastes nice. Look, it’s quite thick and

pasty and creamy.” “That’s smoothie. Hope that doesn’t purge us to death

this night?” “Oh, call it whatever you like but after taking this, you will thank me later.” Vincent smiled and joined me on the bed. I poured out the content into little bowls and insert a spoon each. He liked it, it’s taste was unique with the sour taste and chilled temperature of the yogurt making it spot on. We fed each and ended up playing with the excesses. Soon, we both had our bodies covered in the paste of the smoothie. Vincent carried me into the bathroom and stepped into the lathering tub. He invited me in to sit just in front of him. His tub was large enough for the two bodies to at least move around but not without making contact. We had our legs stretched out against our genitals. I delighted in tossing his pestle with my toes and poking his sack. He smiled, he liked it. We bathed without looking away from each other,

admiring our bodies in any way we could. When it

was time to drain the lathered water so we could rinse, he asked me to unplug the drainage. I did and the water began to drain. Just as the tub was draining it’s last, I heard the clang of metal against ceramics and groped in the lather to know what it was. “What are you looking for?” He asked.

“I heard something.” I said and felt the metal. I

withdrew my hand from the lather and blew air on it to clear it for a better vision at a golden ring with a large diamond stone.

“What is this?” I asked perplexed. My face twitched into horror as many thoughts flashed into my mind in split seconds. Was he seeing someone else? The ring

surely belonged to another woman whom he also

shared the bath tub with. How could I have been a

fool all this time? My face was red with blush. “Who’s

she?” I asked with a stern quaky voice. Vincent chuckled and calmly replied, “it’s you baby…

Will you marry me?”

My jaw dropped as I tried to understand what he was saying as if he had spoken Latin before. “I can’t think of anyone else but you baby. I want us

live together as husband and wife. Please my queen, marry me. Just say yes.” I put both hands on my chest and laughed. I handed him the ring and stretched out my left hand and middle finger. “Put the damn ring on my finger silly boy.” He made a facial expression of mock refute and took the ring from me, we both burst into laughter. He put the ring on me. I admired the ring and hugged it tight. I had a better and more expensive ring than Nelly. I leaned forward and hugged him with my slimy lathered body. That wasn’t going to pass without electric. I kissed him. “Thank you baby. I promise to be your wife and give you my whole body, soul and all. I will be loyal to you forever. We locked gazes for a while before he stretched his hand and put on the shower so it splashed water directly on my face.

We guffawed and he turned me around so I had my back to him. My massive behind was rubbing against his cock in and that didn’t seem funny at all. He washed lather off our bodies and using the hand shower. He showered my boobs and caressed them at the same time. He ran the splashes all over me

sensually while nibbling at my earlobes and neck,

standing my hair’s with the breath of his nostrils.

“Hmmmm…” I helplessly let out a soft moan. Vincent lowered the shower to my thighs and crotch, I involuntarily spread my legs and placed them on either sides of the tub squirming and bucking my hips in rhythm to his soft torture. “Oh my, babyyyy…” whispered, wriggling all over

him. I whimpered and kept making tiny buzzing

sounds, dying slowly.

“I’m hungry baby, can you now feed me that thing?”

Vincent whispered over my neck. The sound of his voice behind me sent shivers down me, but the idea of getting a head, melted me. I moved away from him and turned around. I knelt with both knees on both of his flanks. Vincent slid down a bit so his face came level with my crotch. Oh dear, he breathed on my crotch before splashing on it again. “Eat the living dead outta me baby.” Before he could say a word something happened…
WATCH OUT FOR EPISODE 20

JUDAS (THE TRAITOR) EPISODES 15&16

JUDAS(THE TRAITOR)
EPISODE 15
…He looked like a man out for a kill. I jolted and woke up with that. Beads of sweat soaked my body and my bed, I was petrified. Wedding plans for Nelly and Paul kicked off and guess who would be the chief bride’s maid? your guess is as good as mine. We went shopping and bought all the things for the wedding. Everything was expensive but Paul didn’t budge, he gave us money so liberally I was wondering if it were just the money from Shell he was using for the wedding. Then I learnt his community of friends were a group of money reeling lads. One of his bosses had promised to grant him a Class A wedding ceremony, since colleagues from the company were going to be

present. That also meant he had to spend without

worries as he would certainly make over ten folds of whatever he’d spent. I was by Nelly’s side all the time until the wedding day. Meanwhile, Vincent had been on my neck to come visit him again. I told him I had to be around for Nelly’s wedding. He had to wait until after the wedding and I’d be all his. He didn’t like the idea but seemed to have no other choice.

On the eve of the wedding, after we had retreated to

our hotel rooms Nelly had insisted we slept in the

same room and I liked the idea, since I’d have the

chance to find out from her why it didn’t work out

with Vincent. The very thing we’d never had the

chance to talk about again, one that had left me in trepidation of the future.

I had barely left the shower when she came in. Nelly looked tired and needed to take a bath and rest. I told her and she admitted and went straight to the shower. I

changed into my nightie and started watching the TV. It was a reality show. I was almost engrossed when my phone rang. It was Charles He was at the bachelor’s Eve party and was wondering why I wasn’t there. I told him I wanted to rest and prepare for the day.

“So do you mind me coming over to pick you up?” He asked. Charles was just irresistible but I needed time to talk

to Nelly. I didn’t notice Nelly step out of the bathroom. She grunted to announce her presence. I turned to look at her amidst my indecision and she winked and nodded her head. Conspiracy! I made a jeering face at her.

“Hello! I’m still here.” Charles’s voice twittered from the other end. “Oh, okay. But I wouldn’t want to stay out for long.” I

replied and heard a muffled “yes” on the other end. In a few minutes he had arrived and was poking his head round the door. I had dressed up and went to join him. We went down and into his car then drove off. We drove around town idly, buried in a very deep conversation. When we got to Kamenza Park, he parked and asked for a walk. I obliged, after all he was fun to be with. He held my hand as we walked through the brilliant park with fountains and flowers and lights everywhere. Music crooned from the speakers hidden at strategic parts of the park. Other couples had either sat of strolled around the park. We found a free

casted seat and sat down.

“Do you like this place?” He asked. “Sure,” I searched around with a thin smile at the corner of my lips. “It’s so romantic I must confess. I hate to be here.” “You do? I can’t believe you just said that.” He shot me an incredulous stare. “Who doesn’t like romance?”

“Maybe me.” I chuckled. “Well, it would have been

perfect if I had come with my boyfriend.” He smiled and looked away briefly. “Yeah, Nelly told me you have a boyfriend. So where is he?” “I don’t wanna talk about him,” I snapped. “So what do you wanna talk about?” “Just anything else, maybe you if you don’t mind.” “There’s only a little about me that you don’t know. I think I’ve told you all.” He folded his arms. “Hmmm? Sure? No girlfriend, fiancée, or even a crush?” He smiled. “I’m just a young man who’s in love with a woman and doesn’t know how best to tell her.” I laughed on top of the voice. “Who’s this girl? Come on, just go

ahead and tell her. Look at you, she might just be

waiting for you to open up.” “You think so?” He asked and I nodded. “Well she told me in the middle of a conversation she is in a relationship and since thenceforth…” “There’s nothing. So long as she ain’t married yet, anything can happen. That’s women for you, trust me.” “Nomsa, I’m in love with you.” I lost the rest of my words as he cut in and continued. “I don’t know how you

feel about this but it’s the truth.” I was lost for words and began to pick my fingers. He held my face and stared into my eyes.

“I… I’m sorry but it’s not possible…” I refused to look at him, “I told you I’m in a serious relationship…”

“Are you now contradicting yourself?”

I was short of words again, “look Charles, we’re not supposed to be here. Can you take me back to the hotel now Please?…” Before saying anything something happened…
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 JUDAS(THE TRAITOR)
EPISODE 16
…Look Charles, we are not supposed to be here. Can you please take me back to the hotel right now? Before saying anything, he quickly planted a kiss on my lips and shut me up. I didn’t react for a while and he didn’t let go either. As I raised my eyes and met his, I didn’t know what

happened, but I shut my eyes again and kissed him

back. Saturday morning and it’s was matter of hours Nelly would be married to Paul and her status would change. She was so excited that she woke me up as early as 05:00hrs in the morning. Before 07:00hrs, the makeover crew would arrive for their art so we had to shower and get ready for them. As soon

as I left the shower and into the room, Nelly threw a question at me. “Charles told me what happened yesterday. Like seriously what came over you?”

I sighed and went straight to the dressing mirror

without saying a word.

“Nomsa I am talking to you?” “What was I supposed to do? He kissed me without

permission.” I retorted.

“Oh yes, and you slapped him? For God’s sake, how

does that appeal to you?”

“I had no choice. For real that was the only thing I

could do at that time.”

“For crying out loud, Charles is a gentleman, one every lady would want to keep.” She preached. “Oh yeah, I know he’s a gentleman that kisses a girl without permission. That sounds cool.” “Are you kidding me? Like serious he jumped on you without any green light? I know better than that. Just gimme a break.” She waved her hand in the air in a rebuff gesture. “Don’t be like that Nelly, you know I have a boyfriend

and I told him that. He ought to have respected that.” “Really? You have a boyfriend? I don’t seem to know him.” Nelly jeered. “By the way, tell me you didn’t enjoy the kiss Nomsa?” “What nonsense are you talking about?” I shook my head and muttered a lie, “Stuff was so irritating.” “Huh? It’s okay. You have a boyfriend, one you’ve

been secretive about. Now see better Babe, and you

slapped him. I only mean well for you my dear.”

“Now see who’s talking about secretive. Why have

you kept secret the reason for your breakup with Vincent all this while?” I snapped with rage. “Oh I see, seems you still have your mind on that.

Come to think of it, why have you refused to get over Vincent? I was the one that broke up with him and not you.” “Same way I’m the one dating my boyfriend and not you.” I turned from the mirror and shot Nelly a surprise attack. “Babe, don’t you think the same thing that haunted Vincent away from you can also wreck your marriage?” I succeeded as my words struck her well. She froze

and slowly turned to look at me. “Girlfriend, what’s

the matter with you? Why now? Of all the days and

times and hours, you chose now… Few hours to my wedding? Gosh, what are you up to?” My words pierced through her like a spear. A little bit of remorse crept in but I didn’t care.. “So tell me, what do you intend to achieve?” She leaned backward and enquired thoughtfully. “Are you

in anyway seeing Vincent? Don’t tell me you’re

communicating with him somehow.” I took it well. I chuckled and replied calmly, “you are both pathetic and ridiculous at the same time. Just

quit already, stop being petty. How is that possible?” I shook my head incredulously. “Now listen baby girl, I’m just worried and concerned

about you at the same time. Just like that your

relationship with Vincent snapped and it’s over, I was thinking he was the one you would have been tieing the knot with today but no, it’s someone else. Don’t you see? Something must be wrong. Can’t you smell it?” “Unfortunately baby girl, I’m walking the aisle with Paul and not Vincent. And if you give me multiple chances, I’ll still choose Paul over Vincent.” “Story for the gods,” I jeered. “We both know you lied. Because he now works in an oil company huh? Nthew nthew ntwew …” “Oh come off it, I was into him before the job, don’t forget too quickly but like I said, I would never have dated Vincent even if he was the only man alive.” I felt goose pimples. Now this was serious. This was

my time and I had to use it well. “I lowered my tone

and asked, “why? What is your issue with Vincent?”

She sighed and stood up to leave. “Not again, not this time. This is the only one secret that you’ve kept from me and I won’t let it slip because after today, I’m sure you’ll never talk about this again. She heaved a sigh and folded both arms. “Okay, Vincent is a sex maniac.” I angled my head in disbelief and burst into laughter clutching at my belly as it rocked. “What’s funny?”

“Are you just selling that to me hoping I’d buy?” “I’m not kidding Nomsa, he’s a lunatic. Vincent is not

normal.” I stopped laughing and gathered myself. “Okay, I get you or let me just pretend like I do. So because one is a sex maniac makes him a lunatic and abnormal? Girl, you’re boring.” Nelly just shook her head and stood watching me in disbelief as I returned to my seat before the mirror. We heard a knock and she went to get it. It was the

makeover crew. While she was with them, I began to

ruminate on what she just said about Vincent being a

lunatic and…Sex maniac that I could understand but how is that a problem?

I smiled to myself and was about to write her off as

being petty and boring. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm my game is becoming unpredictable “I sighed”. Before taking another step, in my mind again, I thought about what I saw in Vincent’s 

WATCH OUT FOR EPISODE 17

JUDAS (THE TRAITOR) EPISODES 15&16

JUDAS(THE TRAITOR)
EPISODE 15
…He looked like a man out for a kill. I jolted and woke up with that. Beads of sweat soaked my body and my bed, I was petrified. Wedding plans for Nelly and Paul kicked off and guess who would be the chief bride’s maid? your guess is as good as mine. We went shopping and bought all the things for the wedding. Everything was expensive but Paul didn’t budge, he gave us money so liberally I was wondering if it were just the money from Shell he was using for the wedding. Then I learnt his community of friends were a group of money reeling lads. One of his bosses had promised to grant him a Class A wedding ceremony, since colleagues from the company were going to be

present. That also meant he had to spend without

worries as he would certainly make over ten folds of whatever he’d spent. I was by Nelly’s side all the time until the wedding day. Meanwhile, Vincent had been on my neck to come visit him again. I told him I had to be around for Nelly’s wedding. He had to wait until after the wedding and I’d be all his. He didn’t like the idea but seemed to have no other choice.

On the eve of the wedding, after we had retreated to

our hotel rooms Nelly had insisted we slept in the

same room and I liked the idea, since I’d have the

chance to find out from her why it didn’t work out

with Vincent. The very thing we’d never had the

chance to talk about again, one that had left me in trepidation of the future.

I had barely left the shower when she came in. Nelly looked tired and needed to take a bath and rest. I told her and she admitted and went straight to the shower. I

changed into my nightie and started watching the TV. It was a reality show. I was almost engrossed when my phone rang. It was Charles He was at the bachelor’s Eve party and was wondering why I wasn’t there. I told him I wanted to rest and prepare for the day.

“So do you mind me coming over to pick you up?” He asked. Charles was just irresistible but I needed time to talk

to Nelly. I didn’t notice Nelly step out of the bathroom. She grunted to announce her presence. I turned to look at her amidst my indecision and she winked and nodded her head. Conspiracy! I made a jeering face at her.

“Hello! I’m still here.” Charles’s voice twittered from the other end. “Oh, okay. But I wouldn’t want to stay out for long.” I

replied and heard a muffled “yes” on the other end. In a few minutes he had arrived and was poking his head round the door. I had dressed up and went to join him. We went down and into his car then drove off. We drove around town idly, buried in a very deep conversation. When we got to Kamenza Park, he parked and asked for a walk. I obliged, after all he was fun to be with. He held my hand as we walked through the brilliant park with fountains and flowers and lights everywhere. Music crooned from the speakers hidden at strategic parts of the park. Other couples had either sat of strolled around the park. We found a free

casted seat and sat down.

“Do you like this place?” He asked. “Sure,” I searched around with a thin smile at the corner of my lips. “It’s so romantic I must confess. I hate to be here.” “You do? I can’t believe you just said that.” He shot me an incredulous stare. “Who doesn’t like romance?”

“Maybe me.” I chuckled. “Well, it would have been

perfect if I had come with my boyfriend.” He smiled and looked away briefly. “Yeah, Nelly told me you have a boyfriend. So where is he?” “I don’t wanna talk about him,” I snapped. “So what do you wanna talk about?” “Just anything else, maybe you if you don’t mind.” “There’s only a little about me that you don’t know. I think I’ve told you all.” He folded his arms. “Hmmm? Sure? No girlfriend, fiancée, or even a crush?” He smiled. “I’m just a young man who’s in love with a woman and doesn’t know how best to tell her.” I laughed on top of the voice. “Who’s this girl? Come on, just go

ahead and tell her. Look at you, she might just be

waiting for you to open up.” “You think so?” He asked and I nodded. “Well she told me in the middle of a conversation she is in a relationship and since thenceforth…” “There’s nothing. So long as she ain’t married yet, anything can happen. That’s women for you, trust me.” “Nomsa, I’m in love with you.” I lost the rest of my words as he cut in and continued. “I don’t know how you

feel about this but it’s the truth.” I was lost for words and began to pick my fingers. He held my face and stared into my eyes.

“I… I’m sorry but it’s not possible…” I refused to look at him, “I told you I’m in a serious relationship…”

“Are you now contradicting yourself?”

I was short of words again, “look Charles, we’re not supposed to be here. Can you take me back to the hotel now Please?…” Before saying anything something happened…
WATCH OUT FOR EPISODE 16


 JUDAS(THE TRAITOR)
EPISODE 16
…Look Charles, we are not supposed to be here. Can you please take me back to the hotel right now? Before saying anything, he quickly planted a kiss on my lips and shut me up. I didn’t react for a while and he didn’t let go either. As I raised my eyes and met his, I didn’t know what

happened, but I shut my eyes again and kissed him

back. Saturday morning and it’s was matter of hours Nelly would be married to Paul and her status would change. She was so excited that she woke me up as early as 05:00hrs in the morning. Before 07:00hrs, the makeover crew would arrive for their art so we had to shower and get ready for them. As soon

as I left the shower and into the room, Nelly threw a question at me. “Charles told me what happened yesterday. Like seriously what came over you?”

I sighed and went straight to the dressing mirror

without saying a word.

“Nomsa I am talking to you?” “What was I supposed to do? He kissed me without

permission.” I retorted.

“Oh yes, and you slapped him? For God’s sake, how

does that appeal to you?”

“I had no choice. For real that was the only thing I

could do at that time.”

“For crying out loud, Charles is a gentleman, one every lady would want to keep.” She preached. “Oh yeah, I know he’s a gentleman that kisses a girl without permission. That sounds cool.” “Are you kidding me? Like serious he jumped on you without any green light? I know better than that. Just gimme a break.” She waved her hand in the air in a rebuff gesture. “Don’t be like that Nelly, you know I have a boyfriend

and I told him that. He ought to have respected that.” “Really? You have a boyfriend? I don’t seem to know him.” Nelly jeered. “By the way, tell me you didn’t enjoy the kiss Nomsa?” “What nonsense are you talking about?” I shook my head and muttered a lie, “Stuff was so irritating.” “Huh? It’s okay. You have a boyfriend, one you’ve

been secretive about. Now see better Babe, and you

slapped him. I only mean well for you my dear.”

“Now see who’s talking about secretive. Why have

you kept secret the reason for your breakup with Vincent all this while?” I snapped with rage. “Oh I see, seems you still have your mind on that.

Come to think of it, why have you refused to get over Vincent? I was the one that broke up with him and not you.” “Same way I’m the one dating my boyfriend and not you.” I turned from the mirror and shot Nelly a surprise attack. “Babe, don’t you think the same thing that haunted Vincent away from you can also wreck your marriage?” I succeeded as my words struck her well. She froze

and slowly turned to look at me. “Girlfriend, what’s

the matter with you? Why now? Of all the days and

times and hours, you chose now… Few hours to my wedding? Gosh, what are you up to?” My words pierced through her like a spear. A little bit of remorse crept in but I didn’t care.. “So tell me, what do you intend to achieve?” She leaned backward and enquired thoughtfully. “Are you

in anyway seeing Vincent? Don’t tell me you’re

communicating with him somehow.” I took it well. I chuckled and replied calmly, “you are both pathetic and ridiculous at the same time. Just

quit already, stop being petty. How is that possible?” I shook my head incredulously. “Now listen baby girl, I’m just worried and concerned

about you at the same time. Just like that your

relationship with Vincent snapped and it’s over, I was thinking he was the one you would have been tieing the knot with today but no, it’s someone else. Don’t you see? Something must be wrong. Can’t you smell it?” “Unfortunately baby girl, I’m walking the aisle with Paul and not Vincent. And if you give me multiple chances, I’ll still choose Paul over Vincent.” “Story for the gods,” I jeered. “We both know you lied. Because he now works in an oil company huh? Nthew nthew ntwew …” “Oh come off it, I was into him before the job, don’t forget too quickly but like I said, I would never have dated Vincent even if he was the only man alive.” I felt goose pimples. Now this was serious. This was

my time and I had to use it well. “I lowered my tone

and asked, “why? What is your issue with Vincent?”

She sighed and stood up to leave. “Not again, not this time. This is the only one secret that you’ve kept from me and I won’t let it slip because after today, I’m sure you’ll never talk about this again. She heaved a sigh and folded both arms. “Okay, Vincent is a sex maniac.” I angled my head in disbelief and burst into laughter clutching at my belly as it rocked. “What’s funny?”

“Are you just selling that to me hoping I’d buy?” “I’m not kidding Nomsa, he’s a lunatic. Vincent is not

normal.” I stopped laughing and gathered myself. “Okay, I get you or let me just pretend like I do. So because one is a sex maniac makes him a lunatic and abnormal? Girl, you’re boring.” Nelly just shook her head and stood watching me in disbelief as I returned to my seat before the mirror. We heard a knock and she went to get it. It was the

makeover crew. While she was with them, I began to

ruminate on what she just said about Vincent being a

lunatic and…Sex maniac that I could understand but how is that a problem?

I smiled to myself and was about to write her off as

being petty and boring. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm my game is becoming unpredictable “I sighed”. Before taking another step, in my mind again, I thought about what I saw in Vincent’s 

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