"Hi,” said Bobby. He looked at her and smiled.

She sat, pale and stunned. She felt like she was tumbling through the air, now, instead of floating.

“You look good,” he said, still smiling.

Her heart thumped. Her nipples tingled.

It took fifteen seconds of further silence before she saw his smile become a frown of concern.

“Are you okay? What happened? Did he find out what we were doing?”

She forced out a simple, “No.” That tiny amount of movement allowed her to move more and she inhaled deeply. She realized she’d been holding her breath.

“Well, something’s wrong. I can see it,” he said.

“Yes,” she said. Her planned speech was nowhere to be found.

She saw impatience on his young face, but then he calmed. He just sat there. It was obvious he was waiting, giving her time to say whatever she was going to say.

“I didn’t intend for this to happen,” she blurted.

“What happened?” he asked.

“I like you,” she moaned.

“Well, that’s good, because I like you, too,” he responded.

She felt an upwelling of something luscious inside her. It was almost like an orgasm, but not nearly as strong. It was warm, though, and filled her with a sweet sensation that made her instantly Hot.

“I think I love you,” she groaned.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to push him away, not confess how she felt.

Bobby sat there. Her confession started a chain of events in his mind that spanned a light year, but took only seconds to travel. The most advanced super computer could not have processed the information faster. Data was crunched and the output was simple.

Her being in love with him was strange ... but fine. He might feel the same way about her. Deciding that might take a little longer, but this ... was not a problem.

“Okay,” he said. “What does that mean?”

The decided lack of romanticism in his response cooled some of the warmth that had flooded through her. Her mind was loosed and she was, quite suddenly, back in control. The circumstances had changed, though, and her approach adapted as well.

“I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you, Bobby,” she said. “I’m not supposed to be in love with you. This is a bad thing!”




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Nice update.

Cool.

Waiting for more.

Ride on.

Right.

“I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you, Bobby,” she said. “I’m not supposed to be in love with you. This is a bad thing!”

“Why?” he asked. “What’s wrong with it?” His mind wasn’t working at faster than light speed any longer. The glut of data was taking longer to process. He was, for the first time, trying to analyze what his feelings for her meant in the long term.

“It would never work between us,” she said. “I’m too old and you’re too young. You have your whole life ahead of you. People would never accept us as a couple. It would just never work!”

“If we were happy being together, then who cares what people think?” he said.

“You haven’t even finished university, yet,” she said.

“Okay, so I’ll finish unversity.”

“We don’t have anything in common,” she said.

“Aren’t we going to have a baby in common? Or is that out the window, too? Is that what you’re saying? You don’t want to have a baby anymore?”

Again she was filled with a surge of emotion, but this was cooler, more controlled. Yes ... she did want to have this baby. That was rock solid truth and she could not ignore that. It flew in the face of all her objections, but it was there, like a big granite boulder.

“I’m not saying that at all,” she sighed. She looked at him. “I do want to have the baby, but anything beyond that ... it will be too hard. I don’t want to be in love, Bobby. My life is complicated enough as it is! It will just be too hard.”

“So, you’ve never done anything this hard before?”

“Bobby, you have your whole life ahead of you,” she said. “You need to go out and live it!”

“And what if I want to live it with you in it?” he asked. “We’re going to have a child. What if I want to be in the child’s life?”

“I don’t know,” she wailed.

“Well I do,” he said, with the simplicity and certainty of youth. “We’re in this together. That means we have to stay together.”

His confidence failed him as he contemplated that what he’d just said meant he would have a permanent relationship with Princess Johnson.

How could he possibly hope for something like that? He still thought of her as being way out of his league.


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Hmn...

Carry on.

Ride on.

His confidence failed him as he contemplated that what he’d just said meant he would have a permanent relationship with Princess Johnson. How could he possibly hope for something like that? He still thought of her as being way out of his league.

“At least part of the time,” he amended.

He reached to touch her hand.

“We have to be together at least part of the time.”

Her defenses crumbled, because what he said rang true in her.

“Yes,” she sighed. “We have to be together at least part of the time.”

“And who knows?” he said. “We’ve only known each other ... been together ... for a short time. We might have lots of things in common that we just haven’t discovered yet.”

“I hope so,” she whispered.

Agreement does not necessarily bring relief or peace. Agreement is, in some sense, the easy part, because after the agreement, then a course of action for the future has to be determined.

Need an example? Imagine being a young soldier, walking into a war zone after a terrible bomb went off above it. Imagine meeting people over whom you have complete authority, who are in the kind of trouble that exceeds your comprehension, and who you have no shared language with. The agreement has been made: We’ll stop fighting and trying to kill each other. We’ll try to rebuild our shattered lives. It was not simple to come to that agreement, but imagine what everyone faced after the agreement was made.

Of course this relationship wasn’t that difficult. It didn’t even come close. It might have helped them both if they had compared themselves to the situation just described. Had they done that, they might have decided that their problems didn’t amount to a Garuba of beans.

But they were too close to it to stand back and look at the forest, rather than the trees that seemed to hem them in.

Bobby, again perhaps because of his youth and inexperience, tried to just face things head on.





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Interesting update.

Ride on.

Next please.

Bobby, again perhaps because of his youth and inexperience, tried to just face things head on.

“So what do you want to do?” he asked.

She shrugged, feeling helpless.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“You still don’t know if you’re pregnant or not, right?” he said.

She nodded.

“I won’t for another week, probably. Actually, it will be longer. I’ve never done this before, but just missing a period isn’t confirmation. There will have to be a test, and I think the test has to be done a certain time after conception.”

“So we’re still on hold?”

Again, feeling helpless, she nodded.

“Can we be on hold together?” he asked.

She looked at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t like not getting to be with you ... being apart.”

“You want sex,” she said, her voice flat.

“No. Not necessarily. I just don’t like being away from you. We don’t have to have sex. We can just talk, or eat, or swim or whatever.”

She leaned her head back as a familiar feeling poked around inside her. This was one of the reasons she’d fallen for this boy. He really was thoughtful. That feeling poking around in her strummed a string.





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Interesting update.

Nice.

Nice one.

Ride on.

She leaned her head back as a familiar feeling poked around inside her. This was one of the reasons she’d fallen for this boy. He really was thoughtful. That feeling poking around in her strummed a string.




Chapter Eight


They went to her house. Instead of having her take him back to his car, he stayed at the house, searching the computer hutch and a small filing cabinet sitting beside the hutch. The cabinet was locked, but it was a cheap lock and, using a paper clip, Bobby picked it open. When she returned from the store, he was still going through folders of papers from the file cabinet.

“What did you find?” she asked, putting the sack with her purchase on the bed.

“I think you and your husband have more than five million naira,” he said.

“We do?”

He indicated one folder, sitting beside the keyboard.

“That has papers in it that say you own stock. There are some dividend and interest income documents and they have big numbers on them.”

“Big? How big?”

“One dividend statement said you got paid two million naira,” he said. “Another one said four hundred thousand and some. There are lots of them in there.”

“But where’s that money?” she said. “Bayo never said anything about getting money like that from stocks. He never even told me he bought any stocks.”

“There’s obviously other bank accounts,” said Bobby. “If you add up just the few amounts I’ve seen, it comes to hundreds of thousands of naira.”

“We don’t have hundreds of thousands of naira,” said Princess, firmly.

“You haven’t spent hundreds of thousands of naira,” said Bobby. “This is probably all for retirement.”

“Why wouldn’t he tell me about it?” she said.

“Maybe he doesn’t want you to know about it,” said Bobby.

“Why not? I’m his wife!“

Bobby looked grim, but said, “I shouldn’t say anything.”

“What do you mean? Why not?”

“Because I’m a nineteen-year-old kid who doesn’t know squat,” he said.

“Bobby,” she said. “What are you thinking?”

He didn’t speak, at first, but then his worry over whether he was right or not made him open his mouth.

“You said he likes young girls, and that that might be one reason he married you, right?” he said.




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Nice update.

“You said he likes young girls, and that that might be one reason he married you, right?” he said.

She nodded.

“Well ... you won’t be young forever.”

She stared at him, blinked several times, and then frowned.

“I never thought of that,” she whispered.

“Well I did,” said Bobby. “What if he doesn’t want you to know about all this because he thinks you might not be around later?”

“You mean he’d leave me for a younger woman,” said Princess.

“And if all you know about is your regular bank account, then that’s all that would come up during the divorce, right?”

Again she nodded. She looked at him.

“You have to get me pregnant, Bobby. I have to divorce him before he divorces me.”

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” said Bobby.

“Why?”

“Two things. First, you’re incredibly gorgeous and sexy. Second, you have those videos. If he says he’s going to dump you, all you have to do is show him one of those and say, ‘Oh no you’re not.’”

She put one finger to her lips.

“True,” she said.

“Are you still recording him?”

She shrugged.

“The cam is still there, but I havne’t checked it or downloaded anything from it after those first four. I got disgusted and stopped looking. It’s probably full now. It records everything he does. It’s motion activated.”

“Does it have a chip?” asked Bobby.

She nodded.

“Well, keep downloading what’s on the chip. The more you have, the stronger you are. Those four are all this year, right?”

She nodded. “They’re all within a month,” she said.






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Nice one.

Cool

Nice work.

Next please.

She nodded. “They’re all within a month,” she said.

“Think about it. He moved fast. If he’s already got four girls over a barrel and it’s just October, then there will be more. You want to identify as many as you can.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll get another card so I can just take one out and slip one back in. The batteries last a long time, but I’ll need to change them if I’m going to keep it turned on. What do we do about all that?” she asked, pointing at the folder.

“It’s complicated enough that I can’t understand most of it,” said Bobby. “I think you need to make copies, though, just in case.”

“Copies,” she said. “That’s easy.”

“I have to get it locked again, and each time we get into it, I have to pick the lock,” said Bobby.

“Maybe not,” she said.

She left the room and returned with a small brass key in her hand.

“He keeps this in his sock drawer. While I was at the mall I remembered seeing it one time when I was putting his clean clothes away.”

Bobby tried it in the lock. It fit and the tumbler turned smoothly. He put the folder he’d showed her back where he found it and locked the cabinet. He returned the key to her.

“Problem solved,” he said.

“And a reason for you to come over every day and help me until we get everything copied,” she said.

Then she started taking off her clothes.

They didn’t even make it out of the spare bedroom.

They coupled on top of the bed.

Over the next week, Princess and Bobby removed the files from the file drawer and took them to Bonkies Business Station, a neighborhood cializedthat specialized in making copies of things. Princess opened an account at a different bank and Bobby bought a cheap mini file cabinet where he worked.

He put that in his apartment and that’s where they stored the reproduced files. Neither of them could read all the files, at least not enough to make sense of them, but they’d be there for whoever her lawyer wanted to look at them, later.

Princess’s attempt at prohibiting sexual behavior during times when she wasn’t fertile faded away. She admitted to herself that, like her husband, she was cheating, plain and simple.

Igieboed, she loved the man she was cheating with, and her husband probably felt little or nothing for the girls, but it was still cheating.

She knew she was not justified in her actions, but by this time she didn’t care. Her anger at his betrayal simmered, constant and always under the surface.


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Nice update.