Written by Dan Chucks Both my Saturday night and the following Sunday were not days of respite for me at all. For all my effort, I spent them mostly thinking about Mrs. Alison’s therapy. I had regained my ‘senses’ after getting home that very night...
All I wanted to do at that moment was grab my clothes and put them on, rush to my place, do a change of clothes to remove the feminine smell and drive all the way across town to where Joy was moist and wet, waiting for me. But as I saw Amaka laying...
Joy was much fun to chat with. After two days of texting and calling I found out that she worked in one of the major oil firms in the country. She had a very fat salary and fatter bank accounts in different banks. Some of her wealth had come from...
