My Pman’s Friend’s Daughter part 2 **18+**

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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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