Dial - Season 1 - Episode 68

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 68

I avoided her eyes as I moved to the left wall and pressed a switch that swung a glass door to the side, revealing a big space segmented like a store, and which had a wide array of sleepover items ranging from exotic soaps to sponges, underwear, to nighties and bathrobes.

She entered and walked slowly through the neatly-arranged and segmented room.
“I think you can find most of what you need here,” I said without looking at her. “If there’s anything you need, and can’t find here, just lemme know, and we’ll go to town to get it.”

She reached out and slid a glass case open, and then she took out a pair of very sheer, crotchless p@anties and examined it, and then turned and looked at me with cold accusing eyes filled with great disappointment.

“Wow,” she said with a voice filled with disgust. “You even have a whole pimping store inside your mansion, Mr. Yao Biko! Congratulations! Highly impressive! I wonder how many innocent women you have wowed with this little gig here just to get between their legs! Wow, did you bring Akos here too?”
I looked her straight in the eyes and when I spoke I was aware that my voice sounded hurt, because her words had, surprisingly, hurt me a lot.

“My father used to entertain his women on this floor, yes,” I said softly, painfully as I looked away from her. “But his guest rooms are on the other wing; he had never used this room. I had five rooms for my guests, he had five on the other side of the lounge. As surprising as it might seem to you, you’re the first woman I have ever brought here!”

I left the bedroom then, and rode the elevator to the leaving-room.

I felt really sad, in a strange way, and I soon had a cold bottle beside me as I tried to watch a Kung-Fu movie. Almost an hour later, the elevator doors slid silently open, and then I saw her at the far end of the room. She was looking stunning, even though she was wearing a huge white fluffy bathrobe, belted. She had wound a white towel around her hair, and her face glowed with sheer loveliness as she crossed to the living-room.
Dede stood close to my seat and looked down at me.

“I’m sorry, Yao,” she said, and then she sighed heavily and sat down on the seat beside me. “Thank you for your hospitality.”
I turned and looked at her.
“You’re welcome,” I said gently, somehow gladdened by the fact that we were once more on the peace trail.

“Your hair,” she said after a while. “Let me braid it for you, into a cornrow style. It won’t make you look so hideous.”
“Your brother should just lift this curse off me,” I said miserably.
She reached out and touched my arm.
“I `believe he will, Yao,” she said gently. “When he gets here tomorrow and sees how sorry you are, I’m sure he will have a change of heart.”
I nodded miserably.

“I hope so, Dede.”
“Hey, cheer up,” she said with a smile. “Pour me a drink and come and sit down. I’m going to braid some cornrows for you.”