That night a short story

I can't find my charger," complained Tobe. "My cell phone is off." "What are you talking about? Relax, feel at home," said Jide. Tobe was restless that fateful night. Jide knew she was referring to her small torch which he had hidden already.

Shortly Tobe stood up to go, struggling to carry her bag but Jide stopped her with love interlude. Women's view of affection is different from men's. She became soft, her heart drowning in the ocean of love. She was soon in the emotional realm. It was magical how Jide did it.

Few minutes later, she went to lie on the flat foam, that's the only mattress Jide is managing his bachelorhood. No sooner had she lied down than he stealthily moved on to lie adjacent to her. She thought it was a nightmare "But no Tobe wake up and stop dreaming," she soliloquised.

"It's alright you are in a safe flight, am harmless even my touch is harmless too," said Jide. "But you said you can spread out a piece of wrapper to lie on while I sleep here. I haven't slept on same bed with a man before," she said. She was shivering in fear but Jide calmed her, "don't worry I will teach you." The room was silent for a few minutes after. The rest was history.

"Jide you are wicked, see my body, blood everywhere, I hate you," Tobe cried.
"my father once told me this proverb, 'a goat cannot be put together with a tuber of yam', hohohoho! I enjoyed it," he laughed. But I am lucky to be first to enter there. What a pity poor girl!" Jide laughed ridiculously, jeering and making mockery of her.

She ran into the bathroom, she couldn't tell the story, she couldn't stand the pain of her loss. Her heart was broken. She walked straight to the kitchen found a steak knife and stabbed herself in the chest.
                          The end!


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