Grandma leered at Brian who was having his backpack across his shoulders. She knew he wasn’t happy; the hostile looks on his face spelt it. Earlier she had pacified him by leading him to the garage to make a choice of car, which henceforth would be his car. He had seen a Chevrolet and Brian and Sia struck in his head, afterwards he had uncovered a certain car which was Ford. Grandma gave him the keys and he found his way to school.Starting school was his rebirth. He was going to plan his future in Miami- even if it wasn’t in Miami, somewhere else far from home; far from spite and accusation. Running away wasn’t his trick of avoiding Sia, it was his fate. They were never meant for each other and if really they were it was short lived. He perceived Sia would be spiting him on the streets, school and wherever his name was mentioned. The neighborhood was gullible and they would believe her hook line and sinker. It would be impossible for anyone to be loyal to him as the pioneer of ne

When grandma picked up the phone it was the voice of a policeman wanting to speak with Brian. She handed the phone over to Brian and it was about him returning to California for mandatory questioning. He was going to return upon grandma’s advice and nothing short of that. Hurriedly he put himself in order for his trip back home. He wanted to take Mr. Biscuit along but on the contrary he didn’t want grandma to be alone while he was away.It was later that day that it dawned on him to inform Sia about his trip to California for police interrogation, also to show off his new pet, Mr. Biscuit. He called on Mr. Biscuit and they dashed out to Sia’s flat, which was not too far from the apple orchard. When they sprinted to her apartment, she was nowhere to be found, neither she nor her man. Brian peeped into her apartment yet saw no sign of life in there.He resolved to return home when Mr. Biscuit squealed and Brian caught hold of Mr. Biscuit jumping around at the apple orchard. When he

Their eyes locked at once as their faces pulled like magnets and paused at lips-shot. They swallowed hard and exchanged their impatient warmth breath. A hush of tranquility hung over them as he dared to push his lips to hers and she did the same. Like a tiger descending on a prey, he attacked her moistened lips and bit out kisses so recklessly delivered that she had no option than to let go of her entire pounds on his body. Like a miracle, his hands located her fragile waist, ran down her thighs and found her netted lingerie. He squeezed her soft buttocks as dough in the hands of a baker and the force of a fruit extractor, spanking her buttocks’ cheeks and separating them each time with his fore fingers, hunting for her vulva and clitoris. Clinch! They found her clitoris. He rubbed on the nut and she yelled a moan. He lifted her, kissing her bust, and walking her to the slaughter bed. She shut her eyes yet she saw herself climbing the steps of the cloud. His thick lips pitched

Ever since grandma gifted Brian the pet.Mr. Biscuit they had been no day they didn’t train at basketball court. As Brian busied himself with other kids at the court Mr. Biscuit sat at its spot and learnt some of the basketball tricks from top-notch players. Really it had learnt how to punch the ball into the rim, using its forehead. Once Brian had thrown the ball at Mr. Biscuit and it thumped up with its head and dunged the ball into the rim- and it had missed the rim only but a few times. Days past, Mr. Biscuit had been the center of attraction; as it entertained onlookers and amassed gifts from loyalists.“I once had a smart dog as this,” said a sonorous cute voice that sounded like two waterfalls splashing on a rock. She was in her late twenties, average height with narrow hips and annoying bust that pressed on her blouse for escape, and dark short hair over dashing, please-kiss-me face. Brian had been noticing her for so

At a flash, police siren blared at earshot and the boys made for their Cadillac and fled with their tyres screeching as it swerved before they headed into the other side of the road and turned to the tunnel opposite and disappeared.Soon the police arrived at the scene being led by Mr. Biscuit - it had raced to their station to invite them over.Brian had his face down in his palms when the police and Mr. Biscuit came. The police searched around for the hoodlums before Brian told them they had escaped through the tunnel. They were also told that the hoodlums made away with his cash – Brian not aware his neighborhood identity card was also stolen. The police sympathized with him and promise to run to his aid whenever he was in anguish.They advised Brian against keeping gangsters because of gross gun violence that was the order of the day.When they left the scene Brian ran to his inner mirror and beheld his swollen cheek and black eyes he got from his oppressors. Mr. Biscuit, who h