MY P-MAN FRIEND’S DAUGHTER…..(18+)…..Part 2

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She suddenly turned back to and asked me to
wait in front of the corridor. I did not hear her
at first. My eyes were still fixed. I got so close
to her that i almost hit her. My lips were very
close to her face now, very very close. I
stepped back a little.
She looked at me. I looked at the floor. Then i
thought ”Wetin happen sef ” and just looked up
at her. I wanted to sound confident, as if what
just happened was something that happened
everyday. I spoke, ”Is mom inside too?”. She
answered ”yes”, and turned again to open the
door. I was sweating. No, I was not sweating. I
touched my face, but there was no much
moisture like that. It means I was sweating
internally. Chai. Thank God I was able to keep
that part under check.
She came outside again and told me that I
should come inside. When i got into the sitting
room, she told me that her dad would be out
any moment. She made to leave, but I drew her
back with a question. I asked her about her
brothers, so that she could face me again. I
watched her lips move. She said they were
inside, that they were still sleeping. I laughed,
and told her that I was sorry for disturbing her
own sleep. She smiled.
Cheeeesuuuus!
Jesus! I just made her smile. The smile was
glorious. Early morning beauty is the best
infact. I just co-ordinated myself and took my
seat as I watched her lift up the curtain and go
in through the passage. My dick was still
hard.
I heard one cough coming from the passage
and I immediately knew that it was Mr.
Chizoba. I waited for him to be visible.
Immediately his eyes caught mine, I stood up to
greet him. He
sat down and I knew that we would talk for a
while. All these men sef. He started asking me
how i was coping with the break.
Was i planning on doing a temporary job, was
i this, was i that. Just kept my honest smile and
answered him truthfully.
Atlast, I handed the documents over to him,
and he opened them and glanced through them
for some seconds before putting them back in
the envelope. I felt relieved that my mission was
already
finalised here.
As I was preparing to go, Mr. Chizoba called his
daughter. He shouted her name, and I heard
her voice answer from inside. My heart was
already pounding, I was going to see her again.
My
heart was not pounding because I was scared
or stuff, it was pounding because of my
eagerness to see her nice frame again. She
came out through the curtain and looked at her
father. A
small ‘sir?’ came from those beautiful lips.
”Go and bring that trouser that I wore
yesterday,” mr Chizoba said. ”I hanged it on the
first hanger in my room”. She turned
and went.
I knew he wanted to give me some money to
‘hold’, like he always called it. I havn’t come
here before without him giving me something.
The first time I came, I remember I was forming
shy about collecting the money. The second
time, I was doing as if I did not know that he
was about to give me money. You know nah,
looking else where at random things, and
forming ‘surprised’ when he gave me the
money. But now, I collect the money so
willingly, you’ld think it was my birth right.
I was just then that I remembered that Mr.
Chizoba had even
called her name before. She was Anita. I had
heard of the name
before, bit it did not really register in my head
because i had not
seen her before that day. Mr. Chizoba asked
Anita to wait oo. He brought
out some money
( I aint saying how much, lol) and gave it to
me. I collected it
with the kind of grin that our politicians use to
collect parts of the national cake. I thanked him.
I then wondered
why he asked
Anita to wait.
He stood from his chair and asked me to say hi
to my father for
him. He then asked Anita to follow me to the
gate so that she
could lock it back when I left.
Jackpot!
Thats how her Pman left us and went inside.
Her face still
showed evidence of sleep. I walked towards the
door and she
followed behind me. I knew how this would go
if I did not act
fast.lol. I go just dey go for front, she go dey
follow me for back.
So I waited for her outside and watched her
close the door. She
was still in the same dressing and that silly
light passed through
her dress again and made me start staring at
her bosoms. I did
not want to be caught again this time, so I
quickly took my eyes
off it and focused on other things around. She
came up to meet
me and had this puzzled ”why are you waiting
for me” look. Me
sef, i no smile, I just dey look am. As she got to
me, I let out a small smile and
extended my hand. I
told her that my name is Bobby (I change my
name, make the
thing sweet small, lol). She let out a small
smile too and took my open palm.
I felt that softness. Her hand was small, but
very soft. Thats how
her Pman left us and went inside. Her face still
showed evidence
of sleep. I walked towards the door and she
followed behind me.

I knew how this would go if I did not act
fast.lol. I go just dey go
for front, she go dey follow me for back. So I
waited for her
outside and watched her close the door.
She was still in the
same dressing and that silly light passed
through her dress
again and made me start staring at her
bosoms. I did not want to
be caught again this time, so I quickly took my
eyes off it and
focused on other things around. She came up
to
meet me and
had this puzzled ”why are you waiting for me”
look. Me sef, i no
smile, I just dey look am. As she got to me, I let
out a small smile and
extended my hand. I
told her that my name is Bobby (I change my
name, make the
thing sweet small, lol). She let out a small
smile too and took my open palm.
I felt that softness. Her hand was small, but
very soft.
It took me a while to let go of her hand, as I
was captivated by it.
She just let it roll, and did not remove her hand.
I think she
understood what was going on in my body sef.
She was so
indifferent! Person wey see her no go even
know say something
dey happen that time. I decided to strike a
conversation. Atleast,
that would release a
little of the tension in my body. I told her that
I’ve been coming to
her house for a while, and I’ve never for once
met her at home. She said that she was mostly
in school and I
could guess the
reason she was at home. I laughed and said
yes, i could.
I asked her which school she was in, and she
told me Uniben. I then told her that anytime I
came, it would be
nice if she was the
one that opened the gate for me. She laughed
a little bit loud. I
told her that there was nothing like seeing a
door open, and a cute girl on the other side of
it. I was really
making her laugh
now.
She then asked me that how’ll she know if its
me that was
knocking. She was still laughing a bit. I told her
that I’ll alert her
whenever i’m about coming to her house.
Moment of truth! She
asked me how I intended to alert her. At that
moment ehn, i felt
like Chelsea when they entered the champions
league final. I’d
not won the trophy but i was very close.
I picked out my best smile, and told her that
right from when she
opened the gate, i intended collecting her
number. I asked her if she used blackberry, and
she said no. Cheeeesus
Christ. A girl!
Without a blackberry! In Nigeria! I was happy
though, that she
was different. I then asked her if she was on
Whatsapp. She said ‘yes’.
I brought out my phone and asked her to give
me her number.
She gave it to me.
At this stage, the doctor just wore his gloves.
Operation begins! Aftter a few minutes of
standing outside, i
felt it was time to go.
It isn’t really cool prolonging these things. I
told her to greet her
brothers for me, that both of them know me.
She said okay. I looked at her face as she
locked the gate. You
remember that
girl, that MBGN wey dey Psquare Ifunanya
video? This girl
resemble her diee. The only thing be say, as
that one na model, her bosoms and Bottom no
too come out like
that. But Anita
own…chai! As I dey think the girl, i no know
when I knack one
woman wey dey hawk fish. Omo!! See Jet li. I
quickly snatch the tray comot from the woman
head. If the
woman wan fall, make
she fall, but this fish no dey fall o. Cuz i no get
money to pay. I
tell the woman sorry. She just dey speak one
language like that. Whether na Benin Republic
language, I no know.
She fit don
curse my papa life, but i no care. I just smiled
as memories of
Anita filled my head again.

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