Dial - Season 2 - Episode 5

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Dial - Season 2 - Episode 5

My d--n pole just rose up fiercely in my shorts, and my hands fell on that sweet grinding waist of hers. She reached backward and linked an arm around my neck, and offered her beautiful sweet lips to me.

I groaned and pulled her waist deeper against mine, and then my lips began to descend on hers.

She laughed throatily, nastily, and suddenly she slipped out of my arms and took three steps away, turning to stare at me with fury, her mocking eyes descending to my g---n area where my shorts was distended by my hard-on.
She giggled with a hand across her lips and pointed to my erection.
“Oh, look, a hypocritical k⊃te! ” she said, and giggled insanely, her mean eyes looking at me with jeering fun. “Look, he claims he hates me, but what is that? Oh, Mr. Biko, you really want to slip that nasty old thing into a sweet virgin like me? Oh, shame on you, Mr. Biko, big shame on you!”
And, in all my life, I had never felt such humiliation!
“Is that a wet patch?” she asked suddenly, and I looked down, and saw that indeed the point of my club had formed a little wet patch in my blue jeans. “Oh, poor, poor old man’s stick is dripping! It has accumulated like a dam and wants to be milked! Mr. Biko! When was the last time you got into something sweet?”

I could have killed her that instant…easily!
I was so ashamed of myself! She had wound me like a toy, and discarded me out of her cruel grasp like a dirty, greasy rag!
She looked at me with absolute contempt.
“You d--n hypocrite!” she said disdainfully. “Strutting around town flaunting your money and power, as if you’re a different kind of breed, but underneath you’re just a pathetic, lecherous dirty old man like all of them, aren’t you?”
Her words bit into me, and hurt me strangely in a spiritual kind of way. No woman had ever filled me with such equal doses of fury and violence at the same time.

I walked toward her deliberately. She stood her ground and didn’t flinch.
“You gave me an erection and you think that’s an achievement?” I asked her coldly, my voice filled with contempt. “My d--k doesn’t have a conscience, girl! I sleep with girls for fun…old, young, thin, fat, dark, fair…I don’t give a hoot! My d--k doesn’t discriminate! Any woman can give me an erection, baby, so you’re not special in any way! It took you how long to make me erect…five minutes? Your mother achieved it in less than a minute!”

She gasped and took a step back, her face suddenly filled with a bitterness and dismay that washed the hatred away.
“You slept with my mother?” she asked in a fierce, troubled whisper.

“Oh, she’s your mother now, you piece of cheap frill?” I asked her savagely. “She’s no longer a witch? You know the difference between you and your mother, Adobea? She’s the type men take home to meet their mothers! And you’re the type we screw and throw away like tissue!”
I was expecting it!

She slapped me again, with more venom!
Her hand flew against my cheek, hard and vengeful! It stung me to my very core, but I did not flinch.

“That’s all you know,” I said quietly, and then I turned away from her and walked toward the door.

“I hate you!” she grated out savagely behind me. “Oh, I hate you, Yao Biko! The Okomfo says there’s a death curse on you! How I wish you’ll die a miserable death filled with pain and torture! I wish you’ll rot whilst still alive, and even the flies wouldn’t touch your stinking body! I wish you’ll grow old and die like the pathetic piece of cow dung you are, slowly and painfully, you d--n bastard!”

That stung.

And it was so d--n cruel and painful!
I guess, of all her vicious words, those last parting shots really hit me.

They touched something deep inside me, and I stopped in my tracks. Suddenly, I remembered my Pappy, and I remembered how miserable my life was. A king in the city I had been, but here I was, reduced to a an object for a haughty girl’s scathing insults.
I was all alone, scared, growing old, rejected, aimless and completely lost. The sheer helplessness of my situation hit me, and my heart thudded, and then I felt the pinpricks of tears in my eyes.

I turned round slowly and looked at her, and I couldn’t help the tears that rolled slowly down my right cheek.

I tried to speak, but my lips trembled, and for a minute I could not speak.
“You’re not beautiful inside, Abena Adobea,” I finally said in a trembling hurt voice.

She looked at me, and slowly the raging embers of hatred in her eyes dimmed, and as I continued to stare at her she dropped her eyes suddenly, and clamped her lower lip between her teeth, almost scuffing one of her sandaled feet on the floor.

I reached out and brushed the tears from my cheek, and then I turned and wordlessly left the office, leaving Abena Adobea behind.