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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
The Celestial General Chapter 150
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
The Celestial General Chapter 151
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
The Celestial General Chapter 152
After grandma was interrogated by officials of the FBI and found not guilty Brian was detained for twenty four hours and was later released with the condition that he would provide a credible guarantor and also would do cleaning for two weeks at a hospital of choice. Grandma had provided herself as the credible guarantor and signed some documents with her lawyer for the release of Brian. Brian was released and taken home.In few days Brian started the weekly punishment at a gynecology hospital. He did daily chores for free; cleaned the environment and even went on errands for a few patients. He knew he was supposed to be in jail if he had taken the shot. He wondered what inspired his decisions at that moment- maybe because grandma was involved – grandma had asked him severely if he actually wanted to shoot the FBI and he said he would have shot the agent if not for her last statement; even now he was carrying out his punishment he never regretted his actionOn the last day of his
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Brian paid Sia a visit in her flat and gifted her the book, “Wow I appreciate this with my full chest. I have not received gift in a decade now,” she said, smiled hugely at the thick book and started flipping through. “This is a comprehensive text on child delivery and mother’s wellness,” she said, flipped yet further and trying to read in between lines. “When did you buy it?” she asked cheerfully.“Em,” he felt like lying but didn’t fancy lying to her. He would choose his words and avoid bringing his punishment of cleaning the hospital into it “Yesterday. But I didn’t buy it. I picked it.”“You did what?” she asked anxiously.“Yes it is what it is but never mind,” said Brian, I picked up because I know you will have need of it later.”“Oh so thoughtful of you,” she said and flipped through to the front page, it has no name, such a careless owner.” She turned to the previous page and saw picture of a beautiful baby smiling in the hands of its mother. And her cheeks curved back in a hu
The Celestial General Chapter 154
A band of police officers pulled over Mr. Fanny’s compound and dashed out at onceMr. Fanny was in the ball room at the time, checking up the new furniture he purchased after the smash-and-grab thieves invaded their home. It had been barely two weeks they left his sister’s house for theirs that police came checking on them. When he peeped through the window, and saw the fire in the eyes of the police men he knew hell was let loosed.Mrs. Fanny and Sia ran downstairs to him, “Who called the police?” she asked him, looking at the door and expecting their knock soon. “I wouldn’t know. I never did,” he replied and peered at Sia, “Did you dial 911?” he asked.“Hell no, why would I invite the bird on a rainy day,” she quoted, and swallowed hard as she looked in the direction of the door.“Well the bird is about to get wet,” he said and a knock came on the door. He went to answer and Inspector Fred led his boys into the ball room. I don’t know why we keep seeing each other like gay lovers,
The Celestial General Chapter 155
“Mr. Fanny you have two cases before you. Twenty pounds of drugs was found in your bedroom and your daughter shot a police officer,” Fred said, pacing up and down the interrogation room.Mr. Fanny with handcuffs on his wrists, cut in, “She shot the police on his leg.”“Shooting is shooting, regardless the body part involved. Come on that officer is lying in the hospital with one leg up.”“But she shot out of provocation. She is going to plead not guilty because the police abused her verbally.”“Till then, Mr. Fanny, you risk going to jail. Twenty pounds of drugs is not twenty pounds of cookies. I never knew you did drugs. I am so disappointed in you.” He looked away.“Is a set up, Fred. Look at me Fred it is a set up. Why didn’t the unanimous caller make herself available, why call you after some interior decoration company fixed my house. I suspect that company. They planted the drugs. Someone wants me down.”“You may think the unanimous caller is after you but the police doesn’t see
The Celestial General Chapter 156
Brian was at the basketball court with Mr. Biscuit. He had played fervently today and was sweating profusely.He glared at his watch and it was time to visit grandma at the hospital; earlier after Meyer cursed her, she fell ill the night of that day and was rushed to the hospital. Brian had murdered himself severally for pulling such a stunt and would never forgive Meyer. Grandma had developed fever and the doctor had complained she had developed high blood pressure- which Brian suspected to be traceable to Meyer’s curse. When his parents called he had lied about grandma’s whereabouts and refused to bring them in the know of her health status.Mr. Biscuit ran straight to the car and took off from the car to make to the opposite direction; it seemed to have seen someone and Brian called on it, “Biscuit where are you off to? Come back here.” And when Brian ran after it, he saw Meyer, stroking biscuit on the head. “What do you want? What are you doing here?” he commanded Mr. Biscuit,
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Pulling her dress upward, he sucked on her navel. “Oh Brian, I love that,” she whispered, wriggled on the floor like an earthworm and started breathing hard when he pulled her skirt to her ankles and saw she had no lingerie; her wet well shaven vagina was already calling on him. “Oh Brian what are you waiting for? Do what you know best,” she moaned with her eyes shut, mouth opened and hands fondling her breasts. Brian looked at the camera he mounted at the wardrobe and it was well positioned to film them as they were about to have sex. He smiled, and unzipped his trousers. Another sex tape was about to be released.Flashback:“And all these happen for your sake. Grandma was hospitalized because I pulled a trick you wanted, what about Mr. Biscuit; he died because I sheltered you from the rain when your car broke down.”“You forgot the part of you drugging my drink just to sleep with me. What haven’t you done?”She raised her voice amid flaming stares. “I did not drug your drink. Yo
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Brian and Sia drove quietly, barely stealing a glance at each other and keeping a stern look; no one wanted to say a word to the other. When Brian became bored he turned on the CD player in his Chevrolet and a soft sonorous voice of Blues dominated their midst, as they sped across the chilly tar road of California. Sia watched as Brian pulled over a boutique. Once he turned off the CD player, Sia inquired, “Where are you taking me to?” Brian rolled his eyes at her, “What does it look like?” he turned his gaze away from her, seeing that she wasn’t interested in eye contact. "I want to gift you a shopping spree,” He mumbled and caught her gaze when she finally looked at him, her eyes full of surprises. “I don’t expect that now. I thought you were driving me home,” she said softly. Brian forced a smile and breathed hard, “you had better wear your seat belt because I am about driving you crazy. I just want you to know I made enough money from my drugs. I can’t spend it a
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Sia was well seated at the police station opposite detective Ben and an illuminating lantern shone across their faces as she was interrogated. She had been lying about the call she put to the police and she just had to keep lying otherwise Brian would be implicated.Earlier she was highly infuriated to put an end to all about Brian; she was hell-bent on snitching on Brian with the police over his notorious cocaine peddling. Inwardly she had come to the end of the tunnel with Brian and the best way she chose to do away with Brian was snitching on him. She had picked up her phone, stared sternly at the 911 she just dialed, and when a voice picked it on the other end, she declined the call. She struggled within herself to keep her trembling hand to a firm hold. Her hand suddenly started shaking as one suffering from Parkinson’s disease. Her heart had increased its pressure and speed; it was not fear neither was it timidity; it was a greater force than obses
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Three police cars screeched into the compound of Mr. and Mrs. Coleman and a band of armed police men led by inspector Ben dashed out from the cars and advanced to the door. His officer stood at alert, eyes darting here and there around the neighborhood, with their rifles handy and ready to take a shot if need be. Mr. and Mrs. Coleman were having breakfast at the time. At the resounding cry of the siren their breakfast was interrupted as they paused thoughtfully to know where the siren was blaring. In few seconds the door bell went in ding-dong. They stared at each other, as quietness hung over them. With their raised brow, they questioned the siren that kept blaring outside of their house. They had not expected police or emergency unit to come close to their neighborhood except something tragic had happened in their neighborhood. The doorbell rang again and their faces were much scowled now, convinced that it was coming from their flat. “That is coming from our door,” Mrs. Co
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Brian gave Mr. Biscuit a befitting burial. Beside its grave he built a monument which he specially dedicated to Mr. Biscuit. Grandma didn’t honor the burial and he knew she wasn’t going to pay her last respect to a charismatic pet that served her more than most of her laborers- the wrath of losing Mr. Biscuit still hung in her heart, and Brian would have to earn grandma’s forgiveness before the center between them could hold.Other laborers who honored the last respect to Mr. Biscuit had dispersed to their duties, leaving only Sia and Brian standing at the grave; which had; MR BISCUIT 2020-20222, eligibly written across the monument with titillating pictures of the pet and flowers littered all over.“We are going to miss it so much,” Sia said mildly, standing beside Brain who was still all tears. She looked at his sober face and wondered if he was actually pained for the death of Mr. Biscuit or guilt of being responsible for the death; She had overheard grandma nag
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Ken had been in a hot bickering with Mrs. Fanny over her decision to divorce her husband. In as much as he wanted her the guilt of not saving Mr. Fanny from jail wouldn’t allow him encourage her intention. He was of the opinion of giving Mr. Fanny a second chance to love her, also to stand by him in this trying moment- as he serves his jail term. But Mrs. Fanny had barked at ken.“You are saying trash,” she had told ken, “Tell me how I am going to spend the rest of my life with a man I can’t trust?”“We are all humans. You have your flaws too,” Ken had replied. .“My flaws wouldn’t lie and make you feel comfortable only for you to hear the truth in a court of law,” she had gone crimson as her face folded in anger, “My flaws wouldn’t tell you I have got a job at a grocery store meanwhile I am a cocaine king pin.”Ken interrupted, “Oh come on the days of a man are full of ups and downs. Whatever he did in New York; whatever
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Grandma, Sia and a few laborers were all tears when Brian drove into the compound and rushed into the ball room. He scarcely could ask anyone what the problem was because everyone was sober and all tears. He stood gaping, confused about his next line of action. Thought of Mr. Biscuit struck in his head and he made to its room, combing around for it.“Mr. Biscuit! Mr. Biscuit!” he chanted as he left its room to search in his room. The moment he opened the door, on the floor was a figure covered with a sheet. His hands convulsed massively as he squatted to unveil the figure. And when he did the lifeless body of Mr. Biscuit flashed before his eyes. The pet died the moment it stopped falling early hours in the morning. Brian stroked its fluffy hairs and felt how cold they were now. The smart dog had died with its pink tongue stuck out; it lay helplessly on the floor with all its limbs falling to the left side and a lump of blood had caked under its
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The chirping of birds and twilight at dawn were much in the chilly morning of the next day. A buzzing call came on Brian’s phone and he flinched from sleep as one that woke from dream, rubbed his eyes and gazed around himself to see he was naked under the duvet “Oh my God!” he exclaimed as he peered under the duvet to behold his penis lying between his testis. “What the hell happened to me?” he cried, shutting his eyes from beholding yet further. He stared at his side and saw his jeans, T-shirt, sneakers, boxers, a female lingerie and bra lying on the floor carelessly and his heart skipped as one falling from the mountain top.” What did I do? Oh my world. What did I do? Oh my world! No, no, no, Brian,” he cried, punching into the foam and his eyes rolled in search of Meyer. Another buzzing call came on his phone and he reached to it, and saw that grandma had been calling since the previous night. “Oh, damn!” he cried, “What came over me?” He shook his head and crawled out of the
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Brian was well seated in the sofa, calm, and collected within himself as he waited for Meyer to fetch him some hot coffee. He had wanted them to meet at a cafe but upon her request he had visited her home.She occupied a spacious two bedroom detached bungalow with double bath, a garden, and a mini pool at the back. The house was simply decorated with sizeable frames of family pictures scattered across the wall. In all of the frames Brian had identified Meyer; she still had her oval face with skinny figure. He perceived she still lived with her parents; although he had been curious to know if actually she owned the house.Brian stared at the clock on the wall and saw that the coffee she went to fetch had lingered , not until he heard a shrieking noise of oil over the fire and Meyer standing at the door putting on a sizeable apron that he knew she was preparing lunch.“I am sorry for keeping you waiting. I want you to have a taste of my food,” s
