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STORY TIME WITH PEARL
ASHIA
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It was one of Ozzy Osbourne and the Black Sabbath's rock numbers. It was wild. It was loud. And it was rough. Zoe sat in the couch,holding a bottle of whisky in one hand and a fag in the other. Her hair was absolutely dishevelled.She took gulp after gulp of the hard liquor and puffed out smoke from her mouth and nostrils. Her blood was boiling hot. In her once pretty green eyes one could read pain, anger, failure and frustration.She rose up and staggered into her bedroom still clutching the bottle of whisky. She was a middle aged English woman. A five foot brunette who had a pretty face which ended in a double chin and a kebab
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For her height, it was safe to classify her a clinically obesed
person.Boy! she had some chunky legs which looked like tree trunks.And a very, very flat bum. She entered her room and returned with a revolver in one hand. Her chubby face broke into a sinister smile and then for a split second, that smile waned...
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Papa Amoah sat on a bar stool, nursing a can of Red
Bull. The place was MANJARO in Holloway.The atmosphere was extremely relaxing. The original African wall portraits, the music, the food and the excellent customer service make MANJARO one of the best Ghanaian restaurants to hang out. Talk of the cool jazz played on sunday nights, it's a home away from home.
The time was a couple of minutes past the hour of 12 midnight. Papa stole a sharp glance at his watch and rose up to leave. But no. As he got up, he spotted a pretty woman sitting all by herself at the far corner of the bar. He ordered another can of Red Bull and made his way for her table.
"Hi love, you're alright?"
" Hi ", the pretty woman responded, showing indifference.
"May i join you?"
"Please yourself ".
The conversation was a bit icy at first but it began to warm up until it was scalding hot. There was no tough woman who wouldn't melt under Papa's charm. Even the Queen of Mean herself--- weakest link's hostess ANNE ROBINSON. That
night, Papa ended up in the pretty woman's flat. It was a sizzling hot one-night-stand with strings or no strings attached. The master gigolo was a married man who has had strings of affairs. He felt like a powerful man whenever he talked of his escapades to his mates but people who knew him too well thought he was a pathetic nympho whose balls needed a good squashing.
The time was a couple of minutes past the hour of 4am.Papa woke up suddenly and realised he lay by the
stranger he had met earlier on. He hopped out of the bed and slid into his clothes and made for the door.
"Where are you going?" came the sleepy voice.
"Sweetheart i have to go to work." He stammered.
"At 4 in the morning?"
"Erh...i am...erh.."
“Married?"
"Me? Hell no! You know, i need to rush home and get my working gear. I have an early start."
"What do you do? You didn't say much about yourself."
"I am a bus driver. I 'll give you a buzz when i'm on break."
"Can I have a kiss at least before then?"
He closed his eyes and cursed his stars. He even bit his lower lip so hard he tasted blood. What an irritating bitch! It was only a one night stand without strings for f$$k sake! he screamed in silence. He strode to the bed however and planted a reluctant kiss on her lips.
"See you soon !" she said after him as he opened the door.
"F$$k you soon" he muttered under his breath as he shut the door behind him. It was nearly 5am as he sped away. For the first time in his promiscuos life,a sudden guilt and remorse took the better part of him. His heart beat almost audibly. As he manouvered the bend which led to his house, he felt butterflies in his stomach. His palms sweated profusely and his nose began to run. For a split second he felt a rapid bowel movement which he could not hold for much longer.
CONTINUED IN THE NEXT ISSUE
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