Tales By Chi

Clara tapped on the play button in her IPhone 6 music interface and the soft melodious mambo came on, filling the entire air with Romance. She tried to stand on her toe with her left leg and kick the right leg to the back, intending to spread her hands afterwards like a ballet would often do but then, she wasn't a ballet and she couldn't possibly stand on her toes. She had been at it for 2 days now but to her, it felt like ages.
She knew how to dance and rock her body whichever way she wanted to but she also wanted to learn a new way to dance. It meant nothing to her but she thought it meant a lot to Jason. Her newly found prince charming. Two days of breaking her toe nail and nearly cracking her leg bones in an effort to learn a new way to please him.

She hadn't been long in her new neighborhood when she met him. She had accompanied her elder brother to buy bread for breakfast at a nearby store. It was quite easy. Go to the store, make your order over the counter, grab your loaf of bread, pay and go home. It was going to be just like that if Patrick hadn't seen a pretty girl he fell in love with at first sight, like he always did each time he saw a pretty girl and it was all the time. Her company was to make him bring the bread home quicker but it hardly helped.

He had left her standing there and walked over to the girl. Things moved so fast, he told her he was going to walk just a few distance with the new girl and come back for her. He didn't keep the promise and she had to go looking for him. She was new to the neighborhood and everything was new to her, she didn't have a difficult time getting lost. She just did it before it even occurred to her that she might get lost. She had no phone on her and communication wasn't anyway near. She did a bit of roaming and when she got tired, she stood at a point and had gasped out a 'damn you Patrick'. She had gotten a reply almost immediately. Only that the voice wasn't that of her 20 year old brother. It sounded younger and she had thought it was better. She had turned to the voice and she couldn't quite forget the tingle that ran down her spine the moment her face accosted that of Jason Okafor. Jason too never really forgot the way his heart had trippled its beat the moment he set eyes on her. The shock expression on her beautiful innocent face, the way her eyes blinked rapidly and how her lashes flapped like the wings of a beautiful bird. Her breast standing firm and shooting their tops out of the neck of her pink blouse. Her rich black low cut hair and her light skin all got to him in a way he could never explain. Her pink little mouth struck him sick with wanting to kiss her right there. He had to shake himself out of his day dream and repeat his question..

"I asked if you were lost," he had repeated, snapping her out of her awestruck moment. She took in his shinning chocolate complexion, his bushy eyebrows and smiling eyes with one look and fell in love with them. She heard the question but had never believed how difficult it could be to give out a simple answer.
"No, I mean yes I am lost," she had stammered difficultly and he iced her nervousness with a smile that froze her pounding heart.
"Its okay, what's your number?" he had asked and she had hushed herself from spilling out her mobile number to him. She had to be sure he was asking for it, she had fallen helplessly but nevertheless, she wouldn't want to appear so.
"What?" she had asked and he threw her a new style of smile that was even more effective than the first.
"I meant, what's your house number?"
"Oh, 39," she replied with a blush.

He had walked her to their new house that day. He left her at their gate, taking with him, her name and mobile number, her heart too and leaving her with his name and a promise to come and pick her in the evening, to show her the rest of the neighborhood.

She had ran into the house, her heart leaping to the promise of what might be her first love story. She only remembered she was out with Patrick when he met him in their sitting room, smiling mischievously at her while her parents eyed her with anger in their various eyes. She was roasted for being the bad one and Patrick the dutiful one. She didn't complain or try to. She was just to excited to do that. She was 18 and felt something heavy and interesting was coming her way.

The evening of that eventful day was the next big thing in her life after her secondary school graduation party. He had held her hand and walked her all through the neighborhood and showed her the places she should know ordinarily. And when he introduced her to his friends as his love at first sight without her permission, she was way over herself with excitement which she tried so hard to conceal but her pretty eyes had to just show it.
None of them tried to deny that she was beautiful. She looked like a Sunday creation and it was very easy to fall for her. All she had to was blink twice and you are on your knees, begging for mercy. A smile from her would freeze any heart.
They had asked if she could dance and Jason shook his head. Saying they hadn't tried. The rest of the evening was the best of all the evenings in her life and when he had kissed her on the lips for a goodnight, her whole body woke with a kind of desire she had never felt before.

Now, she would have to learn every single dance step the world had ever known and she would unleash them on him. She stood before her mirror, twerking to the next hip hop song that had come up on her phone. Her figure was sexy and it wasn't so hard to make a dance out of it or to make her curved out backside shake. Her waist was elastic in a sort and moving it wasn't so hard for her. She could dance and she was going to show it to Jason.

"Oh my, you are so beautiful," He murmured as she let him hug her. She knew from the way she had admired herself in her mirror and the sleek pink gown that hugged her body, she just knew that she was beautiful in it but she was worried she wouldn't be beautiful enough for him and when he made that comment, she was thrilled. She buried herself deep into his arms and closed her eyes. Her body spelt the word 'PEACE' out and she was in love. He led her through the richly furnished sitting room to the stairs. He laid back on the handrails and brought her closer, sealing her trembling mouth shut with his lips. She wound her arms round his neck and he slid his down to her well defined hips and they kissed like they just discovered it, both their eyes shut and struggling for each other's lips. When they ran out of breath, he lifted her off the ground and took her upstairs to his room. He gently laid her on the cosy mattress and ran to his fridge.

"I don't want anything, just come here," she ordered. He obeyed and shut the fridge. He fell into her waiting arms and they smooched on the soft mattress, the air filled with sweet flavors from the air refresher he had just bought added a spice to their Romance. She would forever reminisce of that moment every time she heard that scent.
"Let's dance," she had asked him amidst the kisses and he stopped. He looked her in the eyes with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Really, you want to dance?" he asked and she nodded. She didn't wait for him to speak again, she stood from the bed, feverish with excitement and ran to the sound system in the room. She flicked it on and the room was drowned in sweet melodies, one that got to her brain. She pulled him from the bed and fell into his arms. The held each other and swayed slowly to the rhythm of the song. For the over three minutes the song played, they both shut their eyes and danced slowly to it, loving every drop of it. And then the track ended and she stopped.

"Is that all?" he asked and she shook her head. She was going to show him more. She changed the song to a loud hip hop and backed him. She rubbed her backside against his crotch and made it jiggle independently without even making much movement. His body tensed and he felt the sensation envelope him, he closed his eyes and bit his lips lightly. The bass speakers throbbed and her buttocks flowed to its rhythm, hitting him hard in the crotch and raising more sensations. She turned to face him and dropped her hand on his shoulder, pulling him closer to her. They stood chest to chest as he felt her firm nipples burning against his chest. She danced to a stoop and stood with equal agility, brushing him hard with her rock hard breasts. He grabbed her by the bum and caught her lips with his. He kissed her out of breath and took her to bed, she let him.
"I am a virgin," she declared amidst the excitement and saw the fire in his eyes die slowly. He stopped his advances and knelt on the bed, staring down at her. He never thought of it, she had rocked him so perfectly well, something that not all virgins could do.
"Really?" he had managed to ask. She nodded slightly and held his hand.
"Not that I don't want you to do it, I'm just scared of the pain," she confessed with an innocent look he had never seen before. It made him weak and his desire for her only peaked. He collapsed beside her and together they stared up at the ceiling, following the rotation of the ceiling fan with their eyes.
"I love you," she murmured and snuggled closer to him. He held her and kissed her forehead.
"I love you too," he whispered into her ear. She grabbed him with excitement and kissed him deeply.

"Let's do it," she said, locking his eyes with hers. He bit his lips and pulled her down to his chest.
"Are you sure?" he had asked and she nodded. He had helped her undress, running his fingers through her smooth skin, etching into her body, a tingling sensation that made her close her eyes. He stripped down to his inner wear and lay on her naked body, kissing her lips and rubbing his skin against hers. He went into her slowly while she savored the pain and the pleasure. She tried to shut out the pain but it seemed impossible as the pain grew for every inch deep he went in.
"Wait," she moaned and opened her eyes. He stopped and propped himself up with his elbow.
"Let me climb you, that way I can move at my own pace and it will help me control the pain."
He obliged her and they switched position. She mounted him and moved slowly but steady. They both shut their eyes as she damned the pain and rode him faster, oblivious of the blood that tickled out of her wet vulva.

He kissed her over and over again as she shyed away from his passionate gazes.
"Do you hate me?" he had asked and she shot her beautiful eyes at him.
"Why would I hate you?"
"Because of this," he said, referring to their act of intimacy.
"I love you more now," she whispered and got showered with bouts of kisses from him.

He walked her home, his hand gripping hers as they strolled. The sun was running down west at 5:30 pm. He would rub her hand gently each time and she would let out a soft laughter. She was in love and fulfilled.
They met his friends where they always meet. They had watched them approaching, hand in hand and in love. Her face was bright like the mid morning sun and they had all liked the way she looked.

"Hello guys," he had greeted and shook their hands one after the other. They each threw her a hello and a flirty look. She blushed and grabbed his hand more.
"Did you guys dance?" one of his friends asked and he nodded. She smiled shyly.
"Was she good?"
"She was brilliant and sweet and she was the best too," he announced and everyone threw her a look. They had each wanted her.
They left them and walked on to her house. They stood some meters away from the entrance and faced each other.
"I love you a million folds," he confessed and she giggled. He saw the innocence in her eyes and loved her more. She was a sweet beautiful girl. He completed the confession with a kiss which was interrupted by Patrick.
"You two have tried, you can now go home while I escort her inside," he said and grabbed her hand. He bade her goodnight and flew her a kiss, one that she returned with her lips and her eyes. Away from the prying eyes of her elder brother.

She woke very late the next day all excited with the thrill of a new love, one totally different from the ones she had been involved in during her secondary school days. She went through her phone and found his message waiting unread.

"Good morning beautiful, how was your night? I miss you here already."
She smiled and texted him back.
"My night was warm with the thought of you. I miss you more."

She dragged herself up from the bed and into her bathroom, cleaned up and came out. She had just changed to her blue gown when her brother badged into her room without a knock.
"Dad wants to see you right now," he announced in a way that made her blood rush. She assumed she was in trouble and paused on reprimanding Patrick for walking into her room like that.
"Do you know why?" she asked with her heart in her mouth.
"Not really but I think he saw you with your pretty boy yesterday."
He saw the fear hover over her pretty face and shook his head.
"You had better hurry up and see him, I don't understand his mood this morning."

She said a little prayer in her mind and walked down the stairs to the parlor where her father stood, obviously waiting for her.
"Dad?" she called slowly, he turned to her with a little frown on his face.
"Good morning sir," she greeted and he nodded.
"How are you dear?"
"I am fine sir," she replied and relaxed. She was glad he added a dear to that.
"Where is Patrick? Thought I told him to come and get me something?" he asked, looking up the stairs. It then dawned on her that she had fallen to another of her brother's many tricks. She moved back and made to run up the stairs.
"I will call him," she said.
"Don't worry, maybe you can even do it better than him," he called her back and she stopped, a trifle disappointed.
"It's just some drugs, I think I saw a chemist shop down the road yesterday. It's not that far."

She ran up the stair with the money for the drugs and ran into her brother's room. She met him brushing his Jean trouser.
"For your mind you are smart abi?" she asked and he grinned in reply.
"I don't have the time to be looking for any chemist shop. I'v got a date."
"With who? That girl?" she asked.
"Which girl?" he asked with a frown.
"How many girls do the two of us know here? The one you left me for the other day. The cute girl one."
"Oh, not her. This new girl, she's cuter than that one and she's invited me for a dance," he said with a wide grin.
"It's like all they do here is dance," she murmured.
"Have you danced with your pretty boy?" he asked and pulled his black body hug polo from the wardrobe.
"Yea, yesterday. I wonder what's so special about it," she murmured. Patrick let out a scoff.
"Did he dance good?" he asked.
"Maybe but I rocked him hard. You should have seen me," she said excitedly. Patrick sat on the bed and broke into a laugh.
"What's funny?" she asked.
"Nothing really, I thought you were a virgin?"
"What has that got to do with dancing?" she asked, looking at his naughty brother. He stood up from the bed and pulled his bedside drawer.
"You are too naive for my liking," he said and picked a condom from the drawer. "You shouldn't be like that when you have someone like me around. You are very beautiful and shouldn't let this guys play with you."
"Patrick what type of dance do you do with a condom?" she asked, staring at the shinning sachet in his hands and not wanting to discuss her affairs with her randy brother.

"See why I said you were naive. A dance in this neighborhood is not the regular dance you know in our former neighborhood," he explained. It was then that she understood the whole dance thing. She then understood why he had asked her that question, "Really, you want to dance." she came to understand why he was more in a hurry to get her to bed than he was to switch on the stereo.

She ran out of the room and into the street, blind with rage. She had been played, that was how she saw it all. Her flip-flops clapped on the asphalt as she made her way over to his house. She was mad as it was.

She met him halfway to their house. He was with two of his friends. Maybe he was telling them about the dance, she thought. Just maybe.
"Sweetheart," he called on seeing her. She ignored him and gave him a light shove on the chest, ignoring those around him.

"What was that dance you and your silly friends were always blabbing about, huh?" she yelled and he thought she looked even more appealing as she was angry.
"Baby, what are you talking about?" he asked, confused and shocked with the way she had pushed him.
"Do not baby me you slimy bastard. So that was the dance and it was all you had cared about right?" she asked, getting madder by the second.
"Sweetheart, if only you could calm down and make me understand," he pleaded, trying to hold her hands. She slipped them away and landed him a slap on the cheek. He flinched and the boys around bit their lips.
"I don't want to ever see you again!" she yelled and walked out on him while he watched helplessly.

"She slapped you and you let her go like that?" one of the guys said.
"Shut up," he blasted him and walked out on them.

He spent the rest of the day blowing up her phone and having her cut it each time. She spent her own rest of the day, crying and getting angry at everything, her own naivety inclusive. She was mad at the way she had smiled when he praised her in front of his friends for being a good dancer. If only she had known what they meant by dancing. Most of all, she was sad that she was going to let him go. She loved him despite what he had done.

Patrick barged into her room like he always did, without knocking. She hid her face from him. She didn't want him to know that she had been crying.
"Your pretty boy is asking for you downstairs," he announced and turned to leave.
"I don't want to see him," she muttered and sniffed. He observed the tear in her voice and turned to her.
"What is wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, tell him to go, I don't want to see him."
He crept into her bed and pulled her to himself against her protests.
"Did he do something to upset you?" he asked. She shook her head and her anger transfered to him. How could he not have noticed her countenance when he started the dance thing in the morning?
"Was it that dance?" he asked all of a sudden and she kept mute, burying her head in his chest.

"Oh, poor you, you thought the dance was just dance? And now you think he used you?" he asked and she found herself nodding against her will. Patrick was her only brother and her only confidant too.
"I think he loves you, everybody loves you and I doubt if he would have wanted to use you against your wish," he said and it made her feel better to assume that he actually loved her and not the dance. Then Patrick capped it with his usual jerky trait.

"Go and meet him there. Dad will soon be back and meet him there. Then you will cry the real cry."
He pulled her up and wiped her face. He let her walk out to him alone. Since she was already dancing, then she is old enough to handle her own problems, he thought.

She met him outside their gate. She felt an urge to run into his arms and stay there for the rest of the evening.
"Just go, leave me alone," she found herself saying.
"I am sorry Clara. I care about you and not that stupid dance of a thing," he confessed.
"Stop calling it a dance because it's not. You deceived me and bragged to your friends about it. I hate you so much."
He stared at her lacking the words to express himself. He loved her and wouldn't have slept with her if she hadn't wanted it but he was ready to take the blames.

"Just go and don't come looking for me again," she said with a tone of finality and walked into the house ignoring his calls.

The next fears days were spent by them trying to heal their hearts. She wanted to get back at him someway, to make him feel the hurt she felt. They never got to see each other again for a while until she had walked out one afternoon to get tomatoes for her mother. He was with his friend and one other girl. The girl was with his friend obviously. Her heart missed a beat when he saw his handsome face approaching from the other end. Jason's heart had skipped also when he saw her. She looked more beautiful than ever. He was going to smile at her if they got closer but she had deliberately avoided his eyes and locked it on his friend.

"Clara," Evans called her and she smiled at him. With the corner of her eyes, she watched the shadow pass over Jason's eyes. It thrilled her a bit.
"How are you Evans? Are you going to dance?" she had asked, shocking Jason and bringing up an uneasy smile from Evans. She only smiled back and trotted away.

She got a call from Jason an hour later. He begged over and over again. She was so beautiful that he didn't want to let go. She dropped the call on him, a thing that killed him. He lay on his bed mourning his loss and being angry at her for being so mean. He heard a knock on his door and barked a come in. The door opened slowly and he watched her come in, thrilled and his heart hammering at the same time. He jumped from his bed and sat up.

"Clara?" he called. She walked up to him on the bed and sat beside him.
"I am really sorry for everything," he started and she hushed him.
"Can we dance again?" she asked.
"Yes, I have a new music in my phone and I know a dance," he said excitedly.
"Shut up, I was talking about the other dance. I want it," she said and kissed him. He felt feverish with passion and held onto her.
"I love you so much," he muttered.
"I love you too."
He pulled off his top and held her. She stopped him.
"But on one condition," she said.
"What condition?"
"It will be the last one."
He nodded with a cute smile that made her heart throb.
"Let's have our last dance, one that will keep us together forever."

"I killed them all," he said to Oscar and he nodded.
"Everyone?"
He shook his head and murmured, "Something like that."
"August, what do you mean something like that? You killed that policeman right?"
"Yea, He was first."
"So I assume it was the girl you left, right?"
He nodded and let out a breath. Oscar searched him with his eyes.
"You love her?" he asked and he nodded.
"Loved her, not anymore," he replied and it was a cold reply.
"Why?" he pressed further.
"Love is dead for me. Died with Mary. I love nothing anymore."
Oscar watched him and the distance stare in his eyes. He thought the boy was far gone. He understood perfectly well. He was handling guns and shooting them at an age he was supposed to be cuddling to his mother.
August shot him a stare.
"Killing all these people, is that what's going to make me a man? Is that how Joseph became a man?" he asked. Oscar nodded.
"Then I don't want to be a man," he murmured. Oscar stared at him and smiled. He put his arm across and dropped it on his shoulder.

"August, I don't know how they do it out there or anywhere else but here in Mathews, that's how it goes down, it's either you or them and if you die at a young age, you won't grow to be a man. If you can't protect the people you love, boy, you ain't no man and that's what made Joe a man, he protected you all the much he could."
August watched him and felt his icey heart melt. His eyes moistened and he felt a tear drop.
"Before I left, I sat with Janet and I told her I loved her. I meant it then. Today, I stood over her and nearly pulled the trigger," he stopped, sniffed and continued. "Oscar, I don't want to be that kind of man. I want to protect the people I love. I watched them all die and nearly killed one myself. Janet thought I was a demon and I think she thought right."
"Boy, there are things life throw at you sometimes and you are left with no choice. You had a duty to your loved ones that were murdered and that's what you carried out, don't be a sissy now," he said and August stood up. He walked round the worn out cross on a grave, his back against Oscar.

"I had a choice when I held that gun against Janet and I chose not to shoot and I didn't. Do you think Jamie had that chance? Jaycee had a gun and it was either Jamie or him," he turned and stared at him.

"August, he killed Joseph and you killed him. Joseph was only keeping you all safe. You, Jaycee and Maria and Jamie killed him. You killed Jamie for that and that's the end of it. Fucking let it go. You had a duty and you carried it out. Here in St Mathews, your home, it's blood first and if someone fucked with your blood, you fuck him to hell and that's it, you heard me? That's it!" he scolded. August wiped his eyes and nodded. He heard all he needed. Jaime killed his brother and he killed him for it. That was all that mattered. Janet had nothing in it and he was glad he changed his mind about shooting her.

"You said someone wanted to see me?" he asked and Oscar smiled.
"Yes, you will smile again soon."
August scoffed. "Who might that be? My mother or Maria or Mary?"
Oscar shook his head with the smile still on his face.
"Jaycee," he replied like it was a magical name. August stopped and stared at him, his eyes blazing red.
"Don't fuck with me," he said and Oscar shook his head.
"I am not fucking with you bro. Jaycee will be here soon."
He walked the room apprehensively and stood at a spot, sweating and shaking.
"Where the fuck is he now?" he asked.
"Said we should wait here, be patient bro."
August fixed his gaze on Oscar. He wasn't looking at him. He looked past him. His eye moistened and with tears and just when they were going to fall, a smile broke out of his face.

Williams looked round the classy suite located at the pent house of The Meridian Hotels. It was tasty and cozy but he could care less. His mind was beginning to grab a bit of peace as he was so close to perfecting his scheme. He poured one more glass of the tequila and took it to the bed. He sat on it and sipped from the glass. He heard the door open and someone walking towards him. He was too weary to look and rather took another sip from the glass.

"You sold us out for this?"
Jaycee was all grown but Williams could never forget the sound of his voice. He let out a smile and turned on the bed to face him.
"You look better without the beards bro," he said and widened the smile and then switched to that emotionless look they have always had a problem deciphering.
"Don't fuck with me man, you did all these to us, your family because of money?" he asked again, tightening his grip on the trigger as he shoved the gun in his direction. Williams shook his heard a trifle undaunted by the gun being pointed him.
"I don't care about money."
"Than what was it? Power? You hated us? What the fuck made you sell out your bloody family because I can't seem to understand it."
"I never hated you guys, I loved you all more than I can ever begin to explain now. All those years, I had my eyes on you, just trying to look out for you. I'm sorry Joseph and Maria had to die, pops and moms too but certain things takes place in our lives, things we cannot explain, things we have no control over and things you may not have seen yet. Like the force of love," he turned on the bed to face him squarely, Jaycee followed his movement with his gun. "Like Nancy for example, she lost her family for you, everyone she's ever loved and she's still stuck to you. Doesn't that beat you?" he asked.

"No, she only loyal to the ones she loves. Something you have no bloody clue of. While you are shooting up the family that loved you, she is there, protecting them and giving all she has for it."

"And why would she still hang around you when her folks were murdered in her very face because of you? Just why?" he asked and moved his eyes past him, laying it on the door as it creaked open. August walked in slowly followed by Oscar, each clutching to his own gun.

"Jaycee?" August called out slowly. He knew Williams, he could never forget his face and he also knew Jaycee with the hair on his head. Things he would never forget. Oscar let his gun go up and pointed it at Williams while Jaycee turned to behold his little brother once again. His emotions got to him and he let his gun drop to his side. He ran straight to August and scooped him into his arms, almost choking him.

"I thought you died bro. I swear I thought you died," August sobbed and fell back in his arms. He was only a few inches shorter than he was.
"I didn't die, I'm here now and we are going to make them all pay, starting with this sly bastard sitting here," he replied and they turned to face Williams again. He smiled up at August and thought it needless to say how glad he was on seeing him. Even though it would be true, he doubted if they will ever believe him.

"You are grown August, that's great," he said and the smile crept out of his face again.
"What did he have with it all?" August asked Jaycee, ignoring his comment.
"Everything I think. Teamed up with the people that kept coming after us until Joseph and Maria died."
"Then I will shoot him myself," August said and raised his gun. Williams shuddered from the look in his eyes, through them, he saw that he was going to shoot, brotherhood aside.

"Drop them," Stanley called from behind them, an assault rifle in his hand. They turned to him and he waved them a smile.
"A family reunion then but I'm sorry I have to cut you guys short."
"Well, we are here for both your heads," Jaycee said and bit his lower lip.
"Maybe some other time but not today bro. Drop the fucking guns."
Williams looked at him and smiled. "Is he around?" he asked and Stanley nodded.
"We will meet him tomorrow. We need to leave here now."
He stood from the bed and walked past the three boys, straight for the door.
"Some other time folks, and I'm glad to see you again August, really," Williams said and grabbed the door knob.
"And I'd be glad to see your brains on the floor soon," he replied. Williams smiled.

"I'm sorry bro but I hope you do realize I have to kill them," Stanley announced. Only Oscar flinched, the other two just burned with rage.
"I won't let you kill my brothers," Williams said and walked back towards them. Stanley frowned, he wasn't ready for that confrontation but he would kill them all if it ever came to that, Williams inclusive.
"I will do it myself," Williams completed with a smile. Stanley heaved a sigh.
"Then get it done, we need to move out," he said and walked out of the door. Williams pulled his gun from his waist and raised at Oscar first.

"I wish we had met again over a glass of beer as brothers," he smiled and fired six times, everywhere went silent after the sound of the gun, he watched them for a while and shook his head. He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
"I have no one left now, better not let your boss fuck me up," he murmured to Stanley as they walked into the elevator.
"Don't worry, very soon, you will have the whole of St Mathews."

We danced and made merry all through the night. James's father let us have a crate of beer to ourselves and we drank it up like fishes. James had this mad home theater in his room and we banged it up with run town's mad over you track. The ladies around were either older than I was or not fine enough for my standard so I just mingled with my bottle of Heineken. I was at it and also shaking my head to the rhythm of music banging away when I felt a light touch on my arm. I turned and Chinemelum stood before me with a plate of steaming jollof rice in her hand. I took it from her and dropped it on the table with a thank you.

"Where are you going?" I asked as she turned to go. She pointed in the direction of the kitchen and I nodded.
"Will you come back?" I asked.
"I don't know."
"Well I want you to come back," I said, flashing her my Mr charming smile. She smiled back.
"I will try."

She left the room brushing James who was already on his way in. He came in and shot daggers at me with his eyes.
"Nothing naa, she only brought me food," I protested.
"Next time, tell me. I will even add more meat for you."

He dropped more chilled beer on the bed and we knocked ourselves out. Real out. Things moved so fast and I soon found myself at the far corner of the fence, in the darkness with Chinemelum. We weren't kissing or smooching as most of you would think. She held a bowl of water while I bent low, vomiting the destiny out of my life. I'v had too many to drink and the consequences hit me like a mark trailer. It was my second time of vomiting that evening and she was there through it all, heaping me with sorry.
I took the bowl from her and washed my face and then rinsed my mouth.
"Thank you," I murmured, staggering to stand erect. She smiled and her dimples showed.
"I would have kissed you but I am afraid I may vomit on you," I said and she smiled again.
"Don't worry, maybe tomorrow."

I assumed the answer was conjured up by the liquor in my blood and sent to my brain because if it wasn't so then it means she would actually allow me kiss her tomorrow. Jeez. Why do girls love me so, or is it because I love them?.
We walked into the house, leaning on each other. She left me at the door to James' room. I pecked her cheek and she smiled. She bade me Goodnight and left. I watched her go and realized How beautiful and innocent she looked. She was the type that I had always loved to kiss and hug but never fuck. She looked too innocent and beautiful to be messed up plus James would poison the next drink he would offer me.
I staggered into the room and James was already snoring his life away. I fell beside him and prayed I don't vomit on him.

I and James lay in the room wasted the next day, staring at the ceiling and trying to kill the headache with soft blues. We brushed around 9 am and fell back into the room. We had no business around, everything was already being taken care of.

"Your sister is fine," I whispered to James all of a sudden.
"I know, everybody knows, even she knows," he replied.
"Well, are you aware that my name and hers sound alike?" I asked.
"So?"
"And she is my exact spec, fair, beautiful and curvy," I said and he turned to look at me.
"So?"
"We could be in laws you know," I suggested.
"You are still drunk," he replied and I laughed.
"So James, you had a treasure like this at home and you didn't even tell me, eh Chibundu?"
He laughed at the way I called his native name.
"Now you know, wetin go come happen? Will you be coming here from Anambra just because of her?"
"No but you can invite her for small holiday at our lodge since you live alone."
"Why don't you invite Amara over then I will invite her."
"I will rather invite my mother than invite Amara," I said. Chinemelum walked in on us. I saw a different side of her beauty, one I couldn't find in her parents. She brought us breakfast on the bed. We were really kinging and the icing on the cake for me was having a queen like her serve me on my bed, James's bed actually.

The wedding mass was for 10 am. Everyone of note left before them, Chinemelum inclusive, to my utter dismay. The house turned up boring so we decided to go to church, if for nothing, at least for photoshoots. So with my red tux, it was a wedding mass so Romance was in the air, my skinny pencil and black Italian shoes toe match, James was on something similar too. It was our uniform sort of. We strolled off to church, it was a walkable distance. The time was 11:30 am when we got there. The priest was already on his way to concluding the entire affair. We both sat at the back of everyone. We had a vantage view of the church and the choir girls mostly.

"See that girl?" James whispered to me, pointing to the direction of the choir girls.
"That one with big boobs?" I asked.
"No, the one on skimpy skirt."
"Hian, all those choir girls are on skimpy skirts naa."
"No, that one with Chinaza's kind of laps."
"James abeg, don't start comparing my Naza with your village girls."
He Pointed the girls out to me and I checked her out. She was cute and dark and fresh like pumpkin.
"Ehe? What about her?"
"She go fit you," he told me.
"I know but I only do dark girls who are exceptional," I said.
"She is exceptional."
"How?"
"She will save you from me."
"Which kind saving?" I asked, switching stares between him and the girl.
"You need saving from me because I will poison you if you try any rubbish with Chinemelum. Just take that girl in her place," he said. He wasn't smiling but I can tell when James was joking. He was joking shaa. But then the girl looked cute though and from where she was sitting, I could tell she had that potential of being very curvy. I imagined myself hitting it off with the girl after the wedding mass and going home to a savory Chinemelum. I loved the idea and it was worth risking James's poison.

"Will you introduce me to her?" I asked.
"Sure, only if you promise not to look at Chinemelum twice again."
"I swear."
"Swear with your life," he said and I shot my eyes at him.
"Haba guy, easy naa, like say those other girls you dy tidy are not people's Junior sister."
"I know what I am doing. You that is always doing magic with girls, I don't want you to do magic with her."
"I cannot swear with my life abeg, what if we get drunk again and something happens? I can't swear abeg."
"Then I will poison you."

Fast forward to the wedding photoshoot. I was all over Chinemelum. Our hands on each other as the flashes came. We had a groupie, We had our personal, one which James was dictating to us where to hold each other. If he had his way, we would have been taking the pictures at a perfect 10m distance between us. And we had the one which James stood in between us. It was as fun as fun can get. Their entourage drove home while I walked with James, just as we had come. I made sure the girls around had enough reason to ogle at me and they did.

Into the house and the reception started. We ate and kept the drinks aside. We needed to be sober to be helpful. Things moved swiftly and a lot was cramped into the reception so it's details would be bulky, I am leaving them out. Our Job mostly was to help those intending to spray money on the dancing couple get change for that purpose. I and James. We made quite a sum of money from it. Don't ask me how, we weren't stealing them tho, but we did make money.

We were far gone into the whole thing when I remembered Chinemelum. I searched around for her but couldn't find her then I remembered the kitchen. I left James as he stood at a spot, looking for potential customers who would like to change their money. Into the kitchen I went and there was my fair lady, watching and rinsing ceramic plates. Her mom was around and I couldn't possibly drag her out of there myself.

I stood at a distance from them for what seemed like 72 hours, hoping and praying she would look my way, then she did and our eyes smiled at each other. I nodded and pointed back inside, she seemed to understand my sign language and smiled at me, this time around with her lips and those her dimples knocked me out. I stood imagining those lips on mine. I believed it would taste like strawberry.

I ran back inside, into our room to wait for her. I passed the door, threw the curtain open and walked inside to meet our whole lodge there. Well it was just Shape, Willie and Chinecherem, James too. Willie was already on one bottle of Heineken and was grinning ear to ear at me. Shape was clutching his hand and smiling at me. The  the gate crasher, the party spoiler, Chinecherem. She ran straight at me with her open hands and landed straight on me.
"Baby!" she yelled as she hugged me deeply, destroying my cheeks with pecks. Just then, Chinemelum walked in, wiping her wet hands against her blouse. 

She wrote me tons of love texts and I wrote her tons of replies. She was falling in love with me and was dragging me along. I started doing the things that I once hated and that was dating a girl in secret. I would normally want my guys to know that I had caught this fine chic and she was blowing my brains out. That was for many other affairs but on this particular one. I had gone against every single ethic. Not that James really cared much about her but he may still be thinking her as his girl. Shape would simply poison Me if she found out. And me sef was loving the girl more than I should and our affair was something beyond just fuckery. I had to confess that for a while there I seemed to have forgotten my pregnant love and was starting to lose interest.

In my life, I had always wanted only few things in a girl. She gats to be beautiful, hot and curvy and she must always be around me. Chinecherem scored all that point and that was just all I needed. Chinaza had something above her though. She was light skinned and I love light skin girls like a fat kid loves cake.

So James's sister was going to be married and he was inviting us. It wasn't actually an invitation, he was insisting we all come, especially me.

"At least, if nothing else, you can help me pound cassava," he had said as he was listing out a thousand reasons why I shouldn't miss the traditional marriage.
"Will they make egusi soup?" Chinecherem had asked with excitement. After loving me, the next thing she loves is food but I guess y'all already know that.
"Go home and show your daddy your Jamb result," Shape had chided her. I stifled a laugh and she kept quiet. Her jamb result had this way of keeping her quiet.
"But guy, your village is far shaa," I said.
"Are you trekking, no be car you go follow come?'
"And who go pay?"
"Williams baby can take us in your mother's car naa," shape chipped in.

So that was the end of the conversation. We managed to coarse mom out of her car. The crew for the marriage was I, shape and Williams. Chinaza was pregnant and I wouldn't want her to take the long trip plus she never actually liked the idea of traveling that far. Shape had insisted that Chinecherem go home. Jamb was over already and her parents had been hotline blinging shape over her. I liked the decision tho, even though I realized I was falling in love with her, I didn't need her to mess up any prospect I had of hooking my self up with an Ebonyi chic. Shape was dragging Willie along unwillingly but he accepted tho. He could do anything for a good booty.

I and James actually set out the day before the actual day. He wanted to show me around and help him out whenever he needed it. We left around 6 am. The trip from the bus park to hometown was straight boring. We were sandwiched between two other guys. The one beside me was busy sleeping and passing it onto us and the other guy was speaking Queens English into his phone at every interval, lying to whoever it was that was on the other side of his phone that he was on his way to South Africa. At a point, I had to start asking if we had boarded the wrong bus.
The only breath of fresh air in the bus, two fine daughter's of eve that I would have so much loved to be cranked in between them were way far up at the front seat, being entertained by the driver with his boasts of haven once driven Barack Obama in the white house. Those girls were beautiful but looked very dull so I think they actually believed him.

We drove into ebonyi by 3pm. Another 30 minutes on an okada brought us to James's house. It wasn't actually the enclave I had expected to see. They had a very nice bungalow to themselves, freshly painted in brown color. The whole house was swarming with workers, designing and cooking. I strapped my bag and shaped my face very well. I needed to wow any chic that might bump into us.

"Chibundu!!" I heard someone scream and turned to look. A young lady was running towards us, her boobs running before her while she followed closely behind. She came right at us and dropped a hot hug on James. I was expecting her to give me mine but nothing of the sort happened. She examined him properly and hugged him again. Then he introduced me to her and her to me. Chinenye was her name, his elder sister and the reason we had come. James is my friend but I am not going to lie, I am too old to tell petty lies. The truth was that James was actually better looking than his sister, Chinenye. She had that curve factor, interesting set of boobs and an enticing backside but then, James had a better face.

We walked into the house. The interior was tasty and impressive. We met his mother in the sitting room. She was one sweet little woman, her face a carbon copy of Chinenye's. She hugged her son and shook my hand. She was sweet and happy. That settled the difference between James and Chinenye's difference in looks. I assumed James got his good looks from his father then. We went to his room. He had done a very good work on it. Nice paint work. A large enough flat screen and a sturdy mattress, lying on a fluffy red rug.

"James how come?" I asked, pulling my pencil gean trouser from his wardrobe. He grinned cheek to cheek.
"I forgot it during the holidays."
"Ah ah, and you were even helping me search for it back at our lodge. Nawa to you o."

Shaa we unpacked and I pulled out my shoes, sliding into my comfortable slippers. We waltzed out to see the rest of the place. We ran into his father at the backyard. He was overseeing the slaughter of a goat. He was a few inches taller than his wife and had a dark strong face, the type of face you would see on a carved woodwork. Maybe he was a bit finer when he was younger but I happen to miss its reflection on his face.  Another hug and introduction followed. He shook me strongly and he was really jovial. That added a little glow to his face.

"James, is like your village people no dy like fine," I said after his father had left and he eyed me.
"Waka."
I laughed. Just when I was trying to summarize my points to him, a rainbow crawled out of that cloud of a village. This beautiful foxy girl just walked through the house to where we stood. She was all heavy with endowments, she let her cleavage pop out from the top of her blouse and they were fresh. She had dimples, a nice set of smiles and her walk was so out of that village, in fact it was out of this world and she was fair!!!

She walked straight to us and dropped all that sauce on James. I stared wide eyed.

"Guy meet my little sister, Chinemelum," James said. She threw me a stupefying smile and I caught it. I went for a hug too and she obliged. I held onto her long enough for James to break us. She excused herself and I turned to James.
"Did your mom play away match?" I asked. He gave me a shove as we ran out through the gate that led into the house. The sun was setting already. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and welcomed my self to the city of Ebonyi, The salt of the nation. 

I was waiting gleefully to hear what Willie had to say about shape being pregnant but then Willie was just Willie. One carefree guy with not a care in the world. He is only worried when two things happen to him. He is broke and he has no pussy to ram.

"What did she vomit? An antelope?" he had asked when I told him about shape vomiting everything she had eaten since her mother birthed her.
"Why won't she vomit when she kept drinking the water from our hostel well after I had told her to use pure water."

And that solved it. The chic was only sick from drinking well water which was infected with a dead dog. The dog had decayed inside it and many other people who drank the water like shape were either wooing chemists or having a field day in their various toilets.

Shape had never been so relieved in her entire life, she actually preferred drinking a decayed dog infested water to being pregnant, well, who wouldn't.
She decided she needed some break, to calm her frayed nerves and guess where she was going to calm the nerves. Well, Willie was more than willing to help her calm those nerves.

So it was back to being me and James in the lodge with Chinecherem in between us. She was glowing and I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I tried to shaa but she had this way of making me not to. She was rather getting on James nerves with her talkativeness. He complained that she even talked in between kisses. That was her only flaw. She was smart too and intelligent to an average. At least she wrote her jamb without help and scored 149. It was her first jamb by the way. Her Jamb result was one of the reasons she had refused to go home earlier. Her friends would laugh her to stupor for her score, she had bragged about how she would trash jamb and maybe score 450 over 400. You know as she is mouthed.

School was getting a sort of dry lately. I think everyone was getting tired of being students, just like me. Only that there were no much babes to party with. Only the nerdy ones. James was on his away match things, leaving me and Chinecherem. She kept talking me into anger and talking me out of it. In the end, you can't just help but sit down and listen. At least, the whole place was lively with her there.

So on one sunny Tuesday like that, Shape wasn't back from calming her nerves yet and James was out with a girl he had just met. It was just me around, lying on my bed and basking in the euphoria of loneliness and boredom. Staring at the ceiling and counting from 1 to 100 and back and hoping nepa would bring light at the count of 50 or 60 or 70 or 100. Just then, Chinecherem came back from where she had gone to eat down a guy that had just hooked her up. She came in, chewing loudly at her gum and humming into my bored ears. I was glad she came back, I needed a bit of her noise.
she was on a pink gown and black sneakers. Her ass shot out of her back in a way that would make you want to rock her and her boobs were ripe for plucking.
She came in clutching a black bulky waterproof. She dropped it on the table and sat beside me on the bed.

"How are you?" she asked me and I nodded a fine. She rubbed my bare chest and smiled. I wished she would just seduce me because I was too weak to initiate a foreplay plus I was scared she was a virgin.
"I am hungry," she announced, looking round the whole room.
"I thought someone took you out."
She hissed and lay beside me, rubbing her body against mine.
"Just one shawama and the guy was doing face like he wants to cry."
"So you ate shawama and you came back here to say you are hungry?"
"It wasn't enough naa and I really want to eat indomie," she sang out and I hissed.
"Well, I bought you yogurt," she announced and I smiled for the first time that day. She ran to the table and came back with the black waterproof. She refused to hand it over, insisting that I take the first sip from her hand. Well I did and she poured the stuff all over my mouth. I was going to lick it up myself if she hadn't kissed me and did it herself. I watched her with surprise, it was the first time she was doing that.

We stared at each other for a long while. She had a smile on her face and I had a frown on mine.
"What?" she asked.
"What did you do?"
"I only licked the yogurt."
"I pray so, don't lick it again, I have a big tongue."

We got back to drinking the yogurt, taking a sip after each other and when it finished. Our romance too ended.

"Why don't you like me?" she asked all of a sudden.
"Who said I don't like you?"
"I know you like me but it's not that type that I mean," she said and smiled shyly.
"What type?" I asked.
"Love. The type that."
I watched her and shook my head.
"Do you know that pregnant girl,  Chinaza?" I asked her and she nodded.
"She will just kill you if she finds out that you are trying to chyke me, ask shape about her."
She replied me in a way that I wasn't expecting. She threw herself into my hands and got on with licking the rest of the yogurt on my mouth. Funny thing was I actually let her do it. I too engaged myself in licking off hers. We kissed for a long time before we stopped. I was aroused already. I tore down her zipper and she crawled out of the gown, standing before me, clad only in her bra and pant. Her figure firm and her boobs robust. She was what we called the tip of a fresh pumpkin leaf. Not much tapped.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked before hand and she shook her head with a giggle.
"Then so help you God," I murmured and pulled her closer by the cup of her bra. She fell into my hands one more time and we got into another deep French kiss. She dug her hand into my boxer and grabbed my rock hard tool, moaning softly as she felt its ferocity. My hand crawled down to her panties and skid into her clean shaven pussy. I tugged her clit in between my two fingers and she moaned with mad ecstasy, hugging me tightly and trying to bite out my tongue. We fell on the bed, into deeper foreplay as she shut her eyes through it all. Her beauty was animate as we rocked each other deeper into the ocean of passion only at the brink of getting ourselves into the main ish.

I finally drew down her pants and let it drop to the floor, her shoes followed suit and I mounted her. She raised her legs, strapping them to her belly with her two hands to show me the sweet little hole that have destroyed many men. It was shooting out fluids as I slid my tool in, watching her shake with sensation and biting her lips softly. I dived in deeper, holding her legs to her body and moving in slowly, slowly and then faster and harder as she asked for it. She wrapped her legs round my neck and kissed me multiple times as we were at it.
"I love you so much," she murmured and I smiled. Pillow talks. I thought it was only exclusive to guys. I rammed her harder and she kept moaning my name softly, trying to choke me with her legs, but then, the sweet pleasure only made.. the pain more desirable. I brought down her legs and turned her over. She was petite in a way and it made her flexible. I tried her butt hole but it was still tight and I didn't have the time to break it. I went into the easier hole and continued where we stopped. She was already asking for more and I thought she loved only food.

So it was Chinecherem on Chinecherem as we drove each other to madness. I went from being above her to under her as she rode me like a cowgirl, her boobs jingling along to the ride. The bed was all wet with our sweat. She bent low while she rode me and kissed me, holding my mouth for long and shaking with passion.

"I love you, the first time I saw you, I fell in love with you and I did know how to tell you and you treat me like a baby and.... " she confessed, being her talkative sef.
"Neche, stop talking," I hushed her and she stopped. Her moans was enough noise. Seconds after the silence, she came along with me, spilling the jizz all over my thigh and me, shooting mine up her pussy. She kissed me warmly and long enough for the both of us to be tired of it.

She kept dancing all over me as we cleaned up the whole place. She even wanted a bath together but then, I didn't want it.
"You can only see my dick when I am fucking you." was what I told her and she didn't argue.

Shape came back that same day. Her nerves seemed all calmed as she was looking fresh and happy. Chinecherem couldn't keep away from me for a very long time. I realized that her confession of love weren't just pillow talks after all. She loved me and before she went to bed that day. She texted it to me.

"Before I think of anything or anyone else, I would always think of you first. I love you so much my bear."

I read it with a smile on my face. I loved what she called me. "bear". In the end I texted her back.

"I love you too baby bear."

Funny thing was that I actually meant it. Interesting days ahead I tell ya. 

She just stood there looking so elegant. The pregnancy removed nothing from her beauty, it rather added a sort of sexy appeal to her radiant skin and made her saucy. Chinaza was just on fleek as she stood at my door that day but then, I would have loved to have me some Chinecherem.

She gave Chinecherem that look she normally gives me each time she gives me a head and I refuse to return the favor. Very deadly look.

"Who is she?" she asked, it was actually her first word on entering my room. Her eyes was roving from Chinecherem to me.
"Aunty don't you remember me?" Chinecherem asked. I assumed the Aunty calmed her. She sized her up again and shook her head.
"She is shape's sister," I added.
"Who is shape?" Chinaza asked, facing me.
"Who else do you know that I know that has the potentials to be called shape?"
"Oh okay, Chinaza? You are Chinecherem right?" she asked, facing her. She nodded and that ended it. I don't think it stopped her from suspecting that I may have an extra friendly business with her.
Chinaza walked up to me on the bed and made a sit out of my laps. I didn't mind cos her ass was all soft and cosy only that she developed a little bit of weight.

James was already colonizing Chinecherem with immediate alacrity and I was just fuming. Chinaza doesn't know when she is needed. I would have told her but I doubt if was a good idea. But then, whatever, Chinaza even looked better than her, I am not hating shaa. But then, there is something about all these new Secondary school graduates that adds the veins to my preek.

Shaa shaa, things fell into place, slowly. Chinaza in my arms complaining endlessly about waist pain and wanting to go out and relax. James sweet talking Chinecherem and she looking endlessly at me and Chinaza. Something was telling me that she envied Chinaza's position and may want to make a switch and I would have loved that. At least, her maths tutorial didn't seem like it would happen which was better for me, I had lost touch with the mathematical side of me and James love for mathematics was inversely proportional with my love for fine girls.

"Did you cook?" Shape asked and Chinecherem scoffed. Even Chinaza was smiling mischievously. She obviously knew that cooking for me was next to reading my books without any upcoming exam or quiz in my list of impossibility.
"I'm hungry," she said after getting that fuck you look from me.
"What do you want to eat?" I asked, rubbing at her tummy and having her smile up at me.
"Food."
"Lemme buy indomie," I said, trying to move her away from me. She refused and shook her head.
"What is indomie, is that what the baby will use and be Strong?"
"What do you want naa?"
"Take me out," she snapped and my head cracked like a coconut.
"I know a restaurant around here that sells cheap and interesting food," Chinecherem Chipped in.
"Yes, and they have the right food for pregnant women," James supplemented her. I shot them two live bullets with my eyes and frowned. Chinecherem was smiling sheepishly, I wondered what gave that small girl the right to talk among men. James was giving me that his wicked grin. I hissed.

"When married men are talking, bachelors and spinsters should mind their business," I said and everyone laughed, except me, it was my Pocket money that they are trying to divide into three after all.
"Baby please," Chinaza begged with a look that would make you buy her the whole of Mr Biggs but then, I don't even have the money to buy her a mama put.
"I don't have money," I begged back. She didn't believe me.
"Baby, please," she continued.
"I don't have money," I repeated.
"Please."
"Money."
"So I and the baby should remain hungry naa," she snapped.
"But I offered to cook indomie."
"It's not good for the baby abeg, he needs solid food."
"Is the baby complaining?" I asked. She eyed me angrily, I don't know if she was serious with the anger or she was just pretending but she was still lying on my body so I assumed the anger wasn't serious.

"Maybe we should go to the woman outside the gate, she even have 100 naira a plate food," Chinecherem continued with her suggestions while Naza kept nodding.
"100 naira food won't do us naa," James added and Chinaza nodded again.
"We? as in, who are the we?" I asked, gathering as many frowns as my face would allow me.
"Us, all of us. We are hungry too," Chinecherem answered.
"Do you see any breast on me?" I asked and she shook her head, a good deal of confusion registered on her beautiful face.
"Why do you ask?" she asked me.
"Well, is like you are mistaking me for your mother."
Again, everyone laughed except me. Then like a storm, Shape breezed in, dragging her ass in and Willie behind her ass.

"Hey, the latest couple in town, Welcome," Chinecherem clapped. Everyone kept quiet and turned to her. The surprise was on everyone's face.
"Ar ar, I know these two guys don't smoke and no one in this lodge smokes so I am wondering who gave you the weed that is pushing you like this," Shape asked.
"Ask her o," James said. Me, I was just looking, how can someone be so mouthed. She hadn't even been up to 3 weeks around and she's already sweet on everybody, even Willie that she just met. A very naughty side of me saw in a vision, a 3some involving me and James hovering over her head like the holy spirit.

"Is she that your cousin?" Willie asked shape and she nodded.
"She is fine shaa," he murdered and scratched his side burns. James coughed. Chinaza charged up.
"See Willie, something is bordering us here," she said and Willie turned to her.
"What is bothering our wife?"
"We are hungry," she replied, waving at all of us. We nodded. Willie was willing to impress and in no time, My door was closed and we were on our way out, like an extended family. Each to his company. Chinaza was willing to show everyone around that her pregnancy was mine. James and Chinecherem, well, Shape ensured he kept an accurate 9 inches distance from each other but that didn't stop my niggar from massaging her booty from time to time.

We ended up at a restaurant. We and ate and we made merry, the boys drank and got drunk and the girls accumulated bills on Willie's head but that money for his graduation tuxedo seemed not be finishing. Shape took a sip of Willie's drink and let her tongue loose.

She revealed in her drunken state, some things that was between her and Naza. Apparently, she had asked Naza to come and keep an eye on us and her cousin. She trusted James a bit, it was with me that her suspicions lay. Obviously I needed to work on my reputation. Even shape is hiding her sister from me. Hmmmm.