“mommy” the voice almost startled Mrs philomena Benson. She had been daydreaming about her first day in idigo’s house, she was walking but staring at nothing.
“mommy this is the Abuja bus oh” Ngozi said, pointing to a new hummer bus loaded with passengers and goods.
She had already given them her bag and was wondering what her mom was thinking about again.
“oh sorry dear, ok, wow, nice, have you paid?”
“me?, I thought daddy gave you the money for transport na plus the allowance na hmm”
“see your head, allowance money” Mrs Benson mimicked her daughter comically and sighed.
“well I’ll give you seven thousand for now and transfer the rest into your bank account when you get to Abuja, young girls of nowadays before you tell me you used to buy handbag”
Ngozi laughed, her mother wasn’t totally wrong at her assumption, she actually failed to find a handbag she liked when she visited balogun market last week. She was a girl of hard choices.
The bus moved at exactly 9:20AM.
Mrs Benson waved her daughter goodbye and made to drive straight home.
No doubt she would miss ngozi but oaahh the hotness between her plump thighs was more desperate to be attended to.
She wound down her window glass and bought a couple of oranges from a hawker.
‘hmmm very soon I’ll see this one in Alabi’s place too’
Her mind was totally running riot at the thought of S£x.
She looked at the orange girl’s back side as she walked back across the road from where she came, she imagined how she looked Unclad and how it would look when she was riding a long black pole.
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