Must Read: The Abandoned Child - Season 1 - Episode 70

7 years ago

Must Read: The Abandoned Child - Season 1 - Episode 70

I traveled back to Owerri mid January to collect my call up letter; I was posted to Kaduna state.

There was no time to tell family back at home about my posting immediately so I wrote a letter to my dad and my prospective father in-law.

I was at the naval base with Commodore Aboderin, he congratulated me for achieving yet another mile stone in my life. He told me not to be bothered about my posting to the north as he has a lot of friends in Kaduna. I could also easily hook up with my mates at NDA who are now serving officers too.

Amara was all over me when I came for my call up letter. I went to the Executive Gardens to greet my former colleagues. There were mixed feelings when I got there, Emeka my fellow Bar man was ashamed at the way he had treated me before my arrest, The receptionist Chinwe, who refused to give me the keys to my room was remorseful too. I did not come to condemn them but to make peace as I was leaving the east for good. I hugged them individually and made peace by buying drinks for all the staff present at the hotel as if I was celebrating my birth day. Amara was so happy that I was getting suspicious. I had left Owerri the last time for Kaduna without even telling her and she had forgiven me so easily when we bumped into each other at school now that I came for my call up letter. No woman does that!

I anchored the wheel of steel at the DJ stand that night and thrilled the customers, I knew all the selections that Slam played so I played them in the sequence of DJ Slam. It was like bringing back the old nights. I introduced my session with the intro of DJ Slam. The Customers sprayed me money as they danced to my rendition. Even Amara that I had never seen dance before was dancing happily and drinking too.

At 2.00AM I retired into a VIP room upstairs with Amara. Amara had changed somehow as she was the first to come on me immediately we closed the door. She tore up her clothes and came at me like a s*x starved woman. I thought of Yemisi and my conscience pricked me. I was about to do something bad.

Which kind something bad? That voice again? DJ Slam!

I shook my head vigorously to clear off any alcoholic inhibition to my reasoning.

She was completely Unclad before me; she sought for my mouth and dug her tongue into my mouth seeking.

I was trying to get hold of my self and bid for time. My body is sticky! I said. I needed to use the shower.

Then let’s go into the shower! She said, pushing me towards the bath room.

She helped me to pull off my shirt and my pants.

The problem was that even though my spirit was not willing, my flesh betrayed me. The erection I had was massive that it was a little difficult pulling down my boxers. Amara exclaimed when the third leg came out free from the boxers.

Omo Yoruba! She exclaimed. No wonder all those girls were dying for you! She said as she held the third leg with both hands. I betrayed Yemisi, I tried to give Amara some excuses but they all sounded stupid to my own hearing. Not with my third leg in her caring hands. She guided me into her from the rear. Wire am biko! After all you never marry Yemisi yet! The voice said. Old boy na true o! I replied as I rammed into Amara like a bull. She screamed out and quickly covered her mouth with her hand grunting hard as I pumped hard under the waters of the shower.