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 had been panting at the back seat, inched to the front seat and started licking Brian’s disfigured face and black eyes. Fear walked through his face as he realized some minutes ago he had his back against the wall.“You saved my life, Mister,” groaned Brian, stroking its fluffy body, “You were unnerved that I was going to die right. Mr. Biscuit f
Brian turned up for the skating session with Meyer, his new friend. Meyer dragged a monstrous face at Brian when she saw his disfigured face. Brian had already been haunted by thought of dealing with Meyer being gloomy in their training session if she should set her eyes on him - and so it did. She was all over Brian, trying to scavenge from him the cause of his swollen horrid face. By some means he was going to give her a reply and he had been contemplating whether or not to tell her the truth. Why would he trust a girl he just met for few nights a go- why would he take her seriously – it was too early to cut the flowers, to fall for her, and keeping to himself would do the magic. She lied to her about his face and narrated the golf story to her also. All along she had placed her hands on Brian’s shoulders and inspected his face with her fingers - and that was when Brian noticed her rose perfume, and soft palms. He kept calm and remained trapped as she nursed his face. Brian’s th
Oliver stood across the lake on the lookout as the search party scavenged thoroughly. They were sweating profusely already because the search had lasted for over an hour now and there was nothing to show for it. Oliver needed the tape which Mrs. Fanny discarded into the lake. Somewhat he had decided to get hold of the tape and sell it to some Mexican who traded on nude tapes - he heard the Mexican paid whooping sum of money for nude tapes and he was not going to be left out in this one. He encouraged the search party to search diligently because he was sure the tape was discarded into the lake. Some weeks ago, one of the boys in the search party suggested their effort would be futile since the lake was flowing and there was likelihood of being flushed away. Another suggested it could be stuck to a rock, another protested it could be buried into the bed of the lake and there was no access to that valley, considering the risk of doing so. The end of their unsuccessful search drew
“You know we should not be doing this at school,” said Ciara, still struggling with her panting from the quickie , and playing with the hem of her dress as she winked at Oliver 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 Oliver. Why the tears?” Oliver 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 enemies, I promise to take them dow
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 Oliver Rightman,” he said coldly combing the arena with his stare.“Ok I have one Oliver 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 h
Ciara’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 Ciara’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 Ciara 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 p
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 an
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