“You know we should not be doing this at school,” said Sia, still struggling with her panting from the quickie , and playing with the hem of her dress as she winked at Brian lustfully, before throwing her gaze through the windscreen to observe students dispersing home.“I know it is because of the smash- and-grab thieves that invaded your house.” She shook her head in concurrence, “Yes. My home is in shambles right now. Dad wants to upturn hell for these months of losses.” Her eyes became watery at once as tears weighed on it. “Who is after my family? What could be our sin? As tap-drop, came her tears.“Oh sweet cheese!” exclaimed Brian. Why the tears?” Brian took her in his arms, pecked her forehead and nursed her, “Crying for your enemies is not a sure way to win, trust me. Your family did nothing. Every cloud has a silver lining.""Everything is going to be fine. I breathe street and my nose is down for your family. As soon as I sniff these
“Oh geese,” Sia groaned, holding onto her waist, grinning and fetching the basket of apple cider and transferring them into the barns. She caught sight of a brown woolly shirt tucked at the corner. Dirt and cobweb had infested on it so badly that the brown coveted to dark brown. She surged close now, laid hold of the cloth; and breathed uneasily. The cloth was familiar as the sky that caked up there. He had always worn it during work hours.It was her late husband’s cloths she was done wailing even when she knew there was no stopping her as far as her late husband was concern. She sniffed, brought the clothes to her nostrils, shut her eyes and shook her head in a momentary imagination as she recalled the cloth vividly.It was the same cloth he wore when he made his last love to her- she had suspected his violent volcanic love making and wondered if actually he knew he was not going to return to her thighs; her once cold thighs that he had dominated and made warm; her broken hear
At mid day police siren blared and pulled over a semi detached duplex. Brian’s boss sprinted to his feet, paced to the window and beheld a band of police advancing to his house. Quickly as bat from hell he hurried his boys to tuck away their guns and gather anything drugs into the toilet and flushed before he answered the door.“Hello cops, I can’t remember dialing 911,” Said the boss dragging a hostile look at them.Inspector Fred gazed upon him from head to toe, “We have come for one Brian Rightman,” he said coldly combing the arena with his stare.“Ok I have one Brian but I am not sure if he is the right man for you,” he uttered to pass a joke but ended up laughing alone.“And you are?” inquired Fred, studying the tattoo that ran from his neck to arm.He added, “His uncle that beats his ass when he sucks,” he lied, “To what do I owe this visit?”Fred winked, “He is needed at the station for questioning. He has history of implication in a missing gold watch and tape. Your nephew ha
At the appointed time Sia got to the love garden but did not see Brian. She waited a little longer and grew weary just while she was about taking a walk her phone buzzed and it was Brian’s message ; meet in my car across the school field. Love garden is crowded. She combed around with her eyes to see if Brian had been watching her before she took to her heels.In his Chevrolet quietness hung over them as they stole a glance at each other. She observed he had grown thicker biceps and shoulders, and added more collections of tattoos to his left hand; a butterfly and an eagle’s head and symbol of dollars and he smelled like rose water. He had changed his fragrance and tattoos except for his blinks ear rings and she smiled inwardly wondering if he had changed his temperament and penis too.In his head he was tickled at her freshness and the blonde she tinted her hair. Her thighs had grown stout and more detracting in the pop socks that covered her legs. Her skirt was so short that her
Sia’s sex tape had leaked to the public. It was glaring all over social media and the internet. Mr. Fanny was out to buy fuel when he was briefed on the news making the round about a female student whose sex tape got leaked earlier today. Little did he know they were talking about his daughter. When he drove home he sat down pretty damn quick to read the news of the leaked sex tape on the internet when Sia’s identity popped up. She was smiling next to the headline; Teenager’s Sex Tape With Anonymous Partner leaks,” Mr. Fanny had gone ahead to read the news and view the five minute video; the anonymous partner made Sia who was heavily drunk to lay on her back while he penetrated her gradually with his penis and caressed her breasts. He logged into his social media accounts to be bewildered by his sight; the video had spread like flu with over a hundred thousand likes and eighty thousand comments in less than twelve hours. A varying number of the comments castigated the bad pare
Meyer came from behind and tickled Brian in the rib, and then stroked Mr. Biscuit on the head. Brian was drawn and slothful to practice basketball today. He rather sat and watched other players pace the court rowdily and displayed basketball tricks to entertain onlookers, also Mr. Biscuit was having a field day by running after the ball, and helping the players fetch the ball. Brian was down in his spirit for what befell Sia, and the fate of the unborn child. He had assured himself someday his future wife would be like Sia and she would look thick and watery to behold- not forgetting to sleep naked too – nights after he had seen Sia’s nakedness he had moped through the window to see Sia yet again, right in her flat, in her well lit room as she walked out of the bath naked , dried her body, caressed her big tummy, stroked her breasts with an ointment and pranced around her room with her buttocks ‘ cheeks rolling and smashing each other so mercilessly that Brian had to swallow hard
Brian commanded Mr. Biscuit to quieten down while he confronted the band of FBI. Grandma was all smiles. All the laborers stood gaping and feeling worried to see grand ma being whisked away by FBI“Heh, where are you taking my mama?” asked Brian, staring at all agents and looking out for answers, grandma walked to Brian, “I am being accused of money laundering,” she said, patting Brian on the shoulder , is ok I will be fine and back home. Take care of the empire and Mr. Biscuit.Brian shook his head now going crimson as his eyes stopped blinking. His long face shot at all the agents as he perceived the thickest of all the agents, a stout man, in his forties, to be their ringleader. “I need answers ladies and gentle men. What did my momma do to deserve the embarrassment? I need answers else I will sue for infringement of human right.”“Whipping boy!” you seem to know the law and couldn’t advise your momma against money laundering,” said the stout man walking to Brian, arms folded and
Brian’s news of pulling a gun at an FBI was making the round. Somewhat it had filtered to the ears of journalists and finally made it to the days’ newspapers with the caption: ‘Boy pulls gun at FBI against granny’s arrest.’ Upon reading the news Mr. and Mrs. Coleman phoned grandma only to confirm it was a reality.Brian was detained behind bars while grandma faced a group of four agents in an interrogation session in the IR room. The accusation leveled against was that the name of her farm empire Clean and Green was used to transact an ICT business which got a certain millionaire defrauded of a million dollars. The millionaire had reported to FBI to summon the CEOs of Clean and Green to answer to the accusation.Sitting across the table, grandma dragged a smile, “Ladies and gentle men this is twenty first century. I am not the only company that goes by the name Clean and Green. There is a mix up somewhere,” beamed grandma, throwing a hostile stare across the panel.Not when there is