Dial - Season 2 - Episode 95

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Dial - Season 2 - Episode 95

The lady was so out of control that she ripped off the receptionist’s laptop and began banging it down on top of my head as if she wanted to splatter my brains on the wall. In the end her seniors had to hold her. Each time I opened my mouth to speak she just screamed shrilly and tried to get free from them and gouge out my eyes. In the end, I was told to leave, and I left, shouting ‘Amy, I’m sorry, please forgive me’ as she screamed in a demented way at me.

Amelia…
Yeah, she had a boyfriend, a nice young Christian guy, yeah, when I met her. She broke off with her fiancé, returning his ring to him when she met me. I took her on a one week holiday to England and had my fill with her, and then I brought her back to Ghana and left for Paris, and that was the last time I saw her. Her fiancé ended up marrying her own cousin.

Another one, 33. CONNIE CURVY, was older and had been married at the time I saw her. She owned a great supermarket, and the day I saw her incredibly curvy body with that super ass, I had lusted after her and reserved a spot for her on the Dial.

My charisma and money had turned her head, and on the day it happened I had been in her house. She had begged me not to make her sin on her matrimonial bed, saying we should seek a hotel. At that time, I had been a different Yao Biko, and the prospect of having such a sweet, curvy body on her own bed had been too sweet to resist.

We had had incredible sex right on the bed she shared with her husband. In the midst of the final act of lust, her elderly husband had walked in and caught her engorging her throat with my sausage, and the man had clutched his heart and simply crashed to the floor.

Suffered a massive heart attack, and couldn’t walk for three years, or so I had heard. I had gotten dressed and rushed him to the hospital with a weeping Connie by my side. I wrote a cheque for his medical expenses, and then left, never to see her again.

So I went to Connie’s supermarket to render my apology and ask her for forgiveness. I had been shocked by the sight of her. I hadn’t seen her in about three years, but her rate of depreciation was horrible to behold. She was prematurely grey-haired, and her incredible curves had become sadly saggy. Her store wasn’t as prosperous-looking as it once did. It was being staffed now by her two daughters, I saw.

What broke my heart was the sight of the old man sitting in a wheelchair by the counter of the store, his left hand canted upward, one side of his mouth slouched, an obvious stroke-patient. It struck me then, that the man had never regained his health after witnessing his wife cheating on him.

I stood looking down at the man, who appeared to be sleeping, twisted awkwardly in the wheelchair, and tears fell down my face silently.

I had sinned…dear God, I had sinned so badly!
The next moment I felt a heavy thud in my forehead, and I crashed down heavily on the floor.

I saw in a daze, as blood streamed down my hairline, that Connie was standing above me with a huge metallic disc in her hand, which she had obviously used to hammer my head as I was looking down at her husband.