Chapter 2 A GAME FOR FOUR

A GAME FOR FOUR

CHAPTER 2

"I mean people do ask married women out, don't they?" She asked.

"Yes, they do, but I don't fall in that category. I consider marriage a holy thing. It is a vow between a man, a woman and God. So, no one should put asunder what God has put together."

"Please, come down from your moral high ground. Never you climb on a pedestal before talking to me." She spoke. "Listen, in this life, there are rules and then, there are conventions."

"How do you mean?"

"For example, the ten commandments forbid adultery, but doesn't it also forbid any form of sexual immorality?"

"It does."

"But people have love relationships every day, right?"

"Yes."

"And no one frowns on it, right?"

"Yes."

"So, the people committing adultery and the ones committing fornication, would they go to different hellfire? That is assuming they don't repent?"

"No, it is the same hell for everyone, as far as I know."

"Good, so, what is the need of being afraid of one sin when the other one you commit will still take you to the same place?" She asked.

"Well, personally, I believe that when you sleep with someone's wife, someone will also sleep with yours. There is a name for that. I think it is called..."

"Karma." She cut in. "Spare me that thrash. Karma doesn't work in every case. Ok tell me, the first person's whose wife was slept with, did he sleep with anyone's wife?"

"Of course, no."

"So, whose karma was he suffering from?" She asked, smiling in victory. She felt like she had won the debate.

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I had no reasonable answer for that last question. However, I still have a strong belief in my convictions. I just didn't want to prolong the conversation. I was feeling sleepy and badly wanted to go home. Besides, I didn't feel very comfortable sitting all alone with a woman whose marital status could not be determined, in an off-license bar at such a late and ungodly hour.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Nothing, I just wanted to talk with you. Did I do anything wrong?"

"No, I am feeling sleepy, and I have to go now. However, before I go, please, answer my original question. Are you married?"

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Of course, I am. Look at my finger..." She spoke, raising her hand and showing me her fingers. "...do I look like I am married? Have you seen any ring?"

"No."

"So, what is your problem, then?"

"I have no problem, Madam. What is your name?"

"Just call me Laura."

"Alright, Laura. I am going home now. We will talk about this on a later day, okay."

"That is okay, goodnight."

"Goodnight to you too."

I went back home and fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed. In the morning when I was going to work, I saw Laura in front of her bar. She was opening it for the day. I waved at her, got a bike and went to work. That day, work was very tough. I had too many clients to attend to. I was a counsellor, and my job was to fix relationships, marriages and other social problems. That meant I had to be as morally upright as possible. Was I going to be able?

I got back home around 4:00 PM, and the first thing I noticed was that our electricity had been restored. That meant the electricity company had been busy while I was at work. I was grateful. I turned on the TV, and then, went to my bedroom to change my dress. I was halfway through when my doorbell rang.

"Who is there?" I asked.

"Matilda, Uncle."

"Oh, it is you. Please, give me a minute. I will be there soon."

A few minutes later, I went to the living room and met her. She was having a tray in her hands and there were two dishes on it.

"My mother asked me to bring food to you." She said, shyly.

"But she didn't tell me beforehand. I am very complicated when it comes to food. It's not everything that I eat. Anyway, what's on the menu?"

"It's okongobong and ripe plantains." She replied.

"Mmmm!! I love that. Okay, drop the tray on the table, and go back home. Tell her thank you on my behalf. When I am done eating, I will notify you to come and get the dishes."

"Uncle, I will wait for you to finish."

"Why?"

"My mum said I should wait for you to finish and bring the dishes back."

"Alright, if you say so."

I had finished eating the food now and she had cleared the table. After that, she took the dishes into the kitchen and washed them. I was expecting her to leave as soon as she finished washing the dishes, but she didn't. Instead, she came back to the living room and started watching TV with me. I was busy browsing on my phone and laughing at a comedy skit I was watching.

"What's making you laugh so much, Uncle?" She asked.

"I am watching a very funny comedy." I replied.

"Really?" She asked and moved behind me. She wanted to watch the skit too.

As she stood behind me, her plump and hard melons were firmly pressed on my back, and they made my body move. So, I politely asked her to come and sit beside me instead, so that we could watch together comfortably. She left where she was standing but didn't sitt. Instead, she stood by me. As we watched together, she kept laughing and falling on my body. I didn't know if she was doing that deliberately or not. My body was doing me somehow, so I closed my phone and put it on the table. I turned to her and asked.

"Are you not going home?"

"I will, are you sending me away?" She asked.

"Not really, but I thought your mum would be waiting for you."

"No, she is not. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Anything like what?"

"Any house chores. Like washing of clothes and those kinds of stuffs. You live alone. So, who does those things for you?"

"Nobody, if you want to help, you can begin by going to my bedroom now and arranging my bed for me." That was a trap, and I was hoping she would fall for it. To my delight, she fell for it hook, line and sinker.

"Okay, Uncle."

She went to the bedroom, and I waited for a few minutes and followed her. When I got there, she was bent forward, trying to tuck the bedsheet. The gown she was wearing was very short, and as a result of her bending, the dress had climbed up to her behind and the back of her pants was fully revealed. I tiptoed slowly and touched it. She hadn't seen me coming so, she was startled.

"What are you doing, Uncle." She asked.

"Shhhh! You know what I want, don't you?"

"But you are my uncle na."

"My friend, what is wrong with you. I am not your uncle. I am just your neighbour, your mother's friend."

"But you are older than me."

"By how many years? How old are you?"

"Almost twenty-one."

"Enhe! There is just about six to seven years difference between us. That is perfect. Listen, let me just have it and no one will know, okay?" I try to coax her.

"But you know what are doing is not right, you are taking advantage of me."

"How do you mean? What do you mean by I am taking advantage of you? You are not a child, you are an adult, Mathilda."

"That is not what I mean?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you want to sleep with me when I am not your girlfriend. I don't want it that way." She spoke.

I looked at her in wonder. Ever since I started to interact with her and her mum, she had always passed for a shy and naïve young lady. I was banking on that and that was why I was trying to take advantage of her like she rightly put it. Now, she was behaving difficult. She was not as innocent and naïve like I had thought.

"How do you want it?" I asked, looking deep in her eyes. I was very impatient, and my thing was already hard and strong. I couldn't wait any longer.

"I want you to ask me out formally." She spoke.

"What?"

"Yes, that is how I want it."

"But that is blackmail na. Okay, let's do it first, and then I will ask you out formally."

"No way, you cannot take the second step before the first one. Do it."

I had no choice. I had to do it. However, I knew it would pay for it. I didn't want to ask her out, at least not at that time. I just wanted her to be my neighbourhood girl that I could use when I want.

But she had proved to be smarter than me. I had to do it. I would look for an escape route later. It could be difficult and dangerous, but I would take the bulls by the horns when the time reached. I wasn't even thinking clearly. My brain had temporally been transferred to my groin and all I could think of was to get inside as soon as possible.

"I will do as you say." I declared.

"Get on with it, then."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"None for now."

"So, you mean, there is nobody occupying your heart now without paying rents?"

"Nobody."

"So, I am formally applying to be your boyfriend. What have you got to say about that?" I asked.

"What is your name?"

"Rudolf."

"Mr. Rudolf, do you love me?" She asked.

I wasn't expecting that. What was wrong with this girl? Is she an obanje or what? Why would she be asking me if I loved her or not?? Now, If I said I didn't, she would not give me what I wanted. I was confused, but I decided that I would play along.

"Yes, I love you." I spoke and I knew I would regret it. "Do you love me, too?"

"Yes, Mr. Rudolf. I love you too. I have always loved you from the day I saw you. I had hoped and hoped that you were going to ask me out, but you didn't. I looked for every means to get close to you. Then, that day, you came to charge your phone and I was very grateful" She explained.

"So, you should be grateful to the transformer for burning?" I laughed, and she laughed too.

She was a tough little girl. So, all this while that I thought she was a naïve and innocent girl, she had instead been planning and scheming to get me. Now she had succeeded. I looked at this thing critically, she had played me instead of me playing her. Yes, that was how it was. I thought she was going to be an easy prey. I thought I was going to play her. Now, she had played me instead. Women!! You cannot be too sure of them. Anyway, she had had what she wanted. Now, let her give me mine.

"So, can we get on with it now?" I asked.

"You really want it that desperately?" She asked, smiling. She was enjoying the fact that she was taunting me.

"Yes, I do."

"Ok, come and have it." She spoke and removed her dress completely.

She climbed on the bed and waited for me to come to her.

TO BE CONTINUED...