[THE FINAL EPISODE] #MBz21 Who Wants Me Dead? Part VIII

No, I can’t struggle with any guy over a girl; are they so scarce or I’m not good looking enough to make any girl pull off her panties? So, all I did was stare at Gizzy when he came into my lab to ‘warn me silently’ (his words) to stay away from her Jessica.

“Fresh cultists,” one of my friends chuckled as we watched Gizzy left with his boys, “still ‘shacking’ them.”

“Your ex-boyfriend is a cultist, right?” I asked as soon as I entered Jessica’s room and before she could reply, “I am not in this school to be a pussy martyr, so you will really do me plenty of favours by staying away from me, okay?” And I left her room because it was obvious on her face that she knew.

The Pussy Martyr

Jessica called my device, sent messages, and even came to my room but I didn’t allow her get to me at all. As much as I enjoyed the amalgamation of our bodies, I could not joke with my life. Some stupid guy might take the issue personal and feel he should help his cult-mate eliminate his competition — how unreasonably real this ‘shit’ gets is so unbelievable some times.

And I didn’t talk to Jessica till yesterday when Nancy was in my room. “I am only calling to say you should stick to your ex as I will never be available to you again,” I said with the device on speaker as Nancy had requested I did to prove that I had nothing to do with Jessica again, “I hope I made myself clear enough?”

“What? Why? What?” Jessica was hysterical on the phone, “Is this how you will reward me for all the love I showed you? I will kill you … I swear, I will have guys hunt you down and kill you … you heartbreaker … fuck you fu—”

I ended the call and looked into Nancy’s eyes as they were glowing with joy. She looked at me, and her mouth found mine like there was a magnetic force between both.

Nancy had my back on the bed and didn’t allow our mouths part for a second. And if you ask me at that moment, it was “as sweet as Nancy’s lips”, “as soft as Nancy’s lips”, “as delicious as Nancy’s lips”, and even “as nutritious as Nancy’s lips” … I couldn’t have enough of her lips.

I pulled off her top and expertly snapped off the hook to her bra. Her jugs fell into a perfectly firm and pointing position like ex-convicts excitedly screaming, “free at last!” My eyes beheld the glory and some crazy rockstar started playing loud mad tunes from his bass guitar in my brain. The apex of her jugs were reddish brown like the white peak of high mountains… to hell with my poetic mind, all I wanted to do was have these milk sacks in my mouth.

And Nancy wasn’t holding anything back, she crashed her lovely fender into my face and I grabbed with all appreciation. Her ringtone was the sweetest since Adam and Eve, my man instantly picked the call!

As soon as Nancy felt my man vibrated to her tone, she slid her right hand down to locate the bulge. It was like power cables touching as we both instantly caught series of electrocuting spasms when her palm found the head of my growing anaconda. She didn’t wait at all; she instantly removed every visible and invisible barrier between her hands and my ‘Dennis Rodman’.

I didn’t tell you that Nancy loves singing. Well, she waxed a deluxe album as she grabbed my microphone that night in my room. And as a rockstar that she was, she moved her G(uitar) string aside, slid in the microphone and started rocking like a cowgirl on a horserace.

I thought this girl was an angel and I was the devil but I was wrong; she just made me the angel with her energy and wildness as she beastly devoured my meat-bone with her hungry cat. Tempo rising, sliding deeper, banging harder, gasping higher… and in a flash, I found myself among a horde of angels doing the highest pitch of the Hallelujah chorus as millions of mini-me broke out into the streets of Nancy! She vibrated wildly like women do on the TV after being touched by a pastor, and grabbed me like a lifeline as she even slammed harder.

Then she started making these sounds like someone was killing her as she kept her body on me and was rubbing me all over. It was so sweet; I grew back into her body. I turned her, laid her back on the bed, and held her legs like handles to a wheelbarrow… and you can be sure I am the best ‘alabaru’ you can have on the bed.

It was all romance, action, drama, adventure, comedy and gospel motion picture all night, and we sure woke up for more… till my phone rang. It was Gizzy on the phone and he was talking about how he would plan my death if I didn’t leave his girl alone. And that was when Nancy went into a rage like someone poked into her very deep wound.

“So, you went out to call that bitch when I slept off, right?” my mind was like: what? “Why would her boyfriend be calling you now if you didn’t make up with her on the phone? At least, she should’ve cleared you off to her boyfriend by now.” How was I supposed to answer these questions? “Gosh! You’re just a piece of shit.” And Nancy was out of the room before I could mouth J in Jack Wilshere!

I must fix this, I thought as I took my shower, Jessica must let that stupid boy know that I’m no longer with her, and Nancy will witness it all. Dressed up, left for school, and I was on the way to my faculty when Nancy called….

Mikell: Hold on, let me pick this call; it is the DPO … yes sir, I’m still with him … very interesting story so far, sir … really? That means we are done here … yes, Nancy, Jessica and Gizzy are all innocent … thank you, sir … I’ll bring my report to the station right away. Bye sir. Yes Femi, there was another shooting as soon as I got here and one of the shooters was apprehended. He confessed to be involved in your shooting. But can you guess the victim of the second shooting? It was the guy you mentioned to be putting on the same outfit as you do … my advice to you guys is to watch how you run your mouth in anger—

Jessica: No, I didn’t mean it. I was just pained—

Nancy: Why would I ever want to hurt the love of my life? I was just angry—

Gizzy: Nigga, I’m sorry. And Jessica, I still love you—

Mikell: Mr. Gizzy, so you can talk? Well, that’s the end. It has being a very long ride and I hope my readers not only enjoyed this chronicle but also realized how we solved the case. If you’re yet to know WHO WANTS FEMI DEAD, kindly peruse again from the beginning… till I come again with another story, I remain Mikell!

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