GOOD INTENTIONS - A HARMLESS VISIT - 2

...continued from part 1

The call dropped and Frank sat-up on his bed. His mind was still restless from the events that occurred after work hours. The only image that stayed constant amidst his chaotic thoughts was Kaffi. Her beauty still occupied his very vivid imagination, her smile, her eyes, her voice, the way she exuded confidence even when she was being mischievous. He knew he wasn't supposed to be thinking of her this way, not after what just happened at her place, but he couldn't help it, his thoughts were conflicting right now and he needed to put them in check before he gets consumed by his lust. Rising from his bed, he walked to the mini-fridge in his bedroom, opened it and withdrew a cold drink to wash down the unwholesome thoughts that paraded his subconscious... it wasn't working. Still clutching the drink in his hand, he wandered towards the TV area and turned on the TV, the screen stared back with "NO SIGNAL"..."How rich," he said with a sigh, resolving to bear this torture and hoping it wouldn't last till morning. Taking a beastly gulp of the drink in his hand, he sauntered back to his bed, and as he sat, it occurred to him that there was one more thing he could do, one he should have done before resorting to the cold drink and the reminder that he needs to adjust his satellite antenna outside, quickly, he placed the bottle on his nightstand and got on his knees, lifting up his hands with his eyes closed, he started to pray. He was on his knees till the thought of Kaffi gradually petered out and when he got up, he realized he had been praying for over thirty minutes. Finally satisfied that the tide that rocked his sea of thoughts had quieted down, he climbed into his bed and slept off.

Tuesday morning came with new promises and new beginnings, at least that was how Frank decided he would see it. He left his house for the office with a smile on his face. He was determined to get the best out of his day and it was working pretty well for him. During his lunch break at the office restaurant, he took out his notebook; the one containing the names he was to follow up, he proceeded to call all the names on the list, except Kaffi's of course. Most of them were really grateful that he called while a few others rang out. Satisfied that he had done what he was supposed to do to let him off his choir directors leash, he put away the notebook and now focused his attention on the meal he ordered. The jollof-rice looked very well decorated, the chef took the time to mould the rice into a dome shape and flanked it with a chicken wing to the right and some salad to the left, it almost looked like he ordered his meal from an actual restaurant. Frank was hungry so he had to stop admiring his dome-shaped rice and actually eat if he wanted to stop his singing stomach in time to get back to work. Retrieving the napkin that was neatly folded by the side of his plate, he carefully unfolded it and placed it on his lap, then dutifully picked up the cutlery to bring the mountain of rice down. The first spoon of rice that went into his mouth came out almost immediately and he kept spitting into his handkerchief, apparently, the chef forgot what boiled rice should taste like, he tried the chicken and it tasted stale, so he didn't even bother with the salad. He wasn't going to let anything spoil his beautiful Tuesday, he got up, and without uttering a word to anyone, placed the napkin back on the table after using it to clean the sides of his mouth, and walked out of the restaurant. 

Wednesday was another beautiful day at work, after which Frank went to church and wowed the congregation as usual, with his singing prowess. He was very glad when from the stage, he scanned the congregation and she wasn't there. Service ended and Chuka gathered his choir members together and reminded them of their rehearsals the next day, he also shared some other vital information with them from the pastorate and further encouraged the leaders to reach out to the first-timers they called during the week and have them come for rehearsals the next day. He ended the meeting with his usual line, "They are members of our choir but-" "they don't just know it yet" the entire choir chorused with so much gaiety as they all got up and headed for the door.

The rehearsal on Thursday started at exactly 6pm, everyone was seated and excited for the days' rehearsal which started off with prayers and a short exhortation by the assistant music director. Frank was mandated by Chuka to handle the rehearsal for the day, so he decided to engage the whole choir with short vocal exercises to warm up their voices before the actual singing commenced. The rehearsal was very colourful, Frank was good at teaching the various parts and he had also scored the choir piece excellently. Just as the choir was about to take the song again for the final time, the door to the church opened and Kaffi walked in. The entire choir had their back to the door and they knew better than to get distracted during rehearsals, so they ignored her and continued singing, but Frank was transfixed, he didn't see this coming. Maintaining his composure on his now noodle-like legs, he continued conducting the choir as Kaffi took her seat at the back of the choir and somehow joined the song as though she had been there from the start, this further puzzled Frank. He kept looking in her direction as she sang with the choir but Kaffi clearly acted very indifferent towards him, she never even as much as looked in his direction throughout the duration of the song. At the end of the rehearsals, Chuka took over and had the whole choir cheer Frank for a job well done, then he asked all the first-timers to stand for recognition which they did. The lady who was in charge of receiving the first-timers took their details just before Chuka reminded them of the import of the Saturday morning's activity, and closed the meeting. Whilst outside, a few of the choir members, Frank included, stood just by the road chatting excitedly with each other, they all had different reasons for staying back, some were waiting for the first-timers they brought to the rehearsals who were still inside with Chuka, his assistant, and the first-timer lady, others just wanted to hang around and gist while Frank was still dazed from Kaffi's appearance even after he intentionally avoided calling to remind her of the rehearsal, and he was sure no one else did because everyone had particular names they were assigned to call, so he partly waited to see what exactly her play was. 

The door opened and Chuka walked out with the first-timers, everyone was ready to go home. An uber driver pulled up just in front of the church, Kaffi waved Chuka and the other first-timers goodbye before entering the car. As the car drove off, Frank followed it with his eyes, he wasn't sure what exactly to think, he somehow expected her to maybe turn and give him one of her devilish smiles before leaving, or maybe call his name or something, he was doing it again, overthinking things. He had worked up a sweat just thinking about all of this, "Guy, calm down," he told himself as he turned to shake hands with some of his fellow choristers before stopping a roadside taxi and heading home.

As the taillights of the car disappeared into the night, Kaffi settled into the back seat. "could you please crank up the air-conditioning system?" she asked the driver who in turn did as his passenger had requested, then took the initiative to cue some cool relaxing music. Kaffi relaxed further with a knowing smile on her face, she slid off her shoes and used her right hand to effortlessly caress the back of her neck as she thought of Frank. A little laugh escaped her as she remembered Frank's entranced look when she walked into the church hall. The song they were rehearsing was one she learned in her previous choir, so it wasn't any challenge to her. She knew he kept stealing glances at her during rehearsals but she wasn't ready to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was aware. She eventually closed her eyes and sunk her hands to her sides as the music from the car stereos permeated her inner being causing her to enjoy her relaxed mood even more on the drive home. Her smile widened. 

Frank got home and decided to get busy with cooking, he didn't want Kaffi anywhere in his subconscious, not now, not when his week was almost going to a perfect climax. What he didn't realize was that the more he intentionally tried to forget her, the more alive her thoughts were in his head. His food was ready, he served the spaghetti in the smallest plate he could find in his kitchen and carried it into his bedroom. Placing the little plate of spaghetti and meatballs on his nightstand, he remembered he was still very dressed from his day at the office, so he removed the tie and undid the buttons to his cream-coloured shirt. Placing the shirt in his laundry basket, he threw the tie on the bed and got on all fours. He tried push-ups, planks, sit-ups, basically every exercise that could make him sweat and exhausted enough to not remember anything else except food and sleep but it wasn't working, soon as he was fatigued, he got up and started towards the bathroom. 

The bath was the panacea for his troubled mind, the steam from the shower somehow cleared his thoughts, now on his bed, he took the plate in his hand and suddenly regretted using this very small plate, but he was too tired to go back to the kitchen. In about three minutes he had finished his meal and was about to sleep when his phone beeped. Picking the phone up, he saw it was a text message from a number that wasn't saved on his phone, it read "IT WAS NICE SEEING YOU TODAY...SENSEI." A whole new rush of adrenaline shot up his nerve endings. He read it again and the "SENSEI" clearly indicated that it was a message from Kaffi. The sleep was gone, he sat up, "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. What have I gotten myself into?" he repeatedly asked himself. While he was still in shock, his phone rang and jolted him back to reality, he instinctively picked the phone shouting, "What...what...what exactly do you want?" 

"Brother Frank," came a very concerned voice from the other end of the phone. It suddenly dawned on Frank that it wasn't Kaffi but his choir director. 

"Brother Chuka, I am very sorry", he immediately thought of a lie to tell, but none was forthcoming. "Good evening sir," he managed to say. 

"Good evening" Chuka replied. "Hope all is well" he continued. 

"All is well sir."

"Great, brother Frank. I just reviewed the details of all the first-timers that were in our rehearsals this evening."

Frank swallowed hard. 

Chuka continued, "I noticed one of the first-timers actually lives very close to your estate. Her name is Kaffi."

Frank's body was now fully soaked in sweat, another shower will not even salvage the situation at the moment.  

"Are you there", Chuka asked.

There was a pause. 

"Brother Frank?"

"Sir, I am here" Frank finally found his voice. 

"Great, I will text you her address and phone number now, follow up on her. I want her with us for the street storm this coming Saturday. Our event coming up in two weeks is a very big one and we both know that we need all the help we can get. I am not sure you noticed but she is a very good alto singer. Send her messages between today and Friday, and possibly call her too, remember they are members of our choir but they don't just know it yet. Goodnight bro Frank." 

Frank just sat, drowned in his own perspiration. His phone beeped again, Chuka had sent the address and contact number, without hesitating, Frank deleted the message and reached back for his pillow which he threw on the ground. He wasn't ready to go back into the bathroom, because it will only give him more time to brood over his current predicament. He sat on the cold floor tiles of his bedroom floor then stretched out with his back to the tiles and his head on the pillow, closing his eyes, he imagined what would happen if he actually told his choir director why he cannot call Kaffi. He imagined how his choir director will see him, maybe he will label him a pervert after he had already lied about calling Kaffi on Monday, and apparently, the Kaffi lady didn't even as much say "Hi" to him today in church. He thought for a while, then his mind went to the text message; another failed attempt to prove his point because Kaffi didn't use her regular number which he already had saved on his phone, to send the text. He resolved to his fate and drifted away to dreamland. 

The next morning, Frank woke up freezing half to death, apparently, his decision to sleep on the cold floor tiles with his air-conditioning system working perfectly wasn't well thought out. He ran into the bathroom, thankfully the heater was on for some reason, but that wasn't his issue at the moment as he was almost late for work that morning. 

Seated on his office desk, he replayed the events from last night and heaved a sigh as he recalled all the emotions that went through his entire existence. He wasn't going to call Kaffi, he wasn't going to put himself in the way of such temptations anymore. "Frank!" called out one of his colleagues, "could you help me get those Peterson files from VP's office?" Frank expeditiously jumped out of his chair, "Sure, no problems" he fielded, grateful that something, anything, would keep him occupied right now. He ensured he kept busy at the office all through the day and when he closed from work, he went straight to a gym close to his house where he is a registered member but never works out for reasons only him can explain. The idea was to get home too tired to think of anything but sleep, and it worked. 

The noise of the neighbours raking the compound and the noisy twins next door woke him up, it was Saturday, and the entire city was observing a city-wide cleanup. The grasses just outside the compound gate were being levelled by the caretaker, Mr Shola's wife who never leaves her house was on duty today to sweep the entire staircase and she had no trouble recruiting her four little boys to join her. Out of courtesy, Frank trudged towards his exterior door, lifting his sleeping robe from the lone chair in the room and wrapping his well-built body inside. The twins were outside, quite the cheerful lot, they liked Frank a lot and he always knew how to take advantage of that every Saturday to avoid doing any cleanups. 

Opening his door, "Ladies," at the sound of his voice the girls turned and their smile knew no bounds. "Hi Frankie," the eldest twin shot out first, "hope you slept well?" she asked. "Yes I did," Frank said, trying to seem interested in the conversation. "You look like you need more sleep dear," the younger twin said with a concerned look. That was all Frank needed to hear for his plan to work, he quickly played the victim and the twins agreed as always to clean his share of the compound duty that morning and bought him time to shower and get ready for rehearsals that morning. It was going to be a street storm- a situation where the choir members go to a particular neighbourhood with their musical instruments and sound equipment, which they set up, then sing to create awareness for an upcoming program, he found his jeans and threw on a nice plaid red-shirt before heading out to meet up with the rest of the choir at the church premises. 

While on his way, he was glad that he was intentionally a few minutes late, that way his choir director wouldn't have the time to ask if he followed up on Kaffi because he would be pressed for time and they will all head into the choir bus and head off. He relaxed a bit knowing this. 

On getting to the church premises, he noticed everyone was still outside and he wondered why. "Where is Bro. Chuka?" he asked the closest person to him and was directed inside the hall. He could hear Chuka talking to someone and giving some instructions, "Hey, Bro. John you would have to accompany her to her place to get the generating set, ours has malfunctioned again today, go and get a taxi that would carry the two of you." said Chuka to one of his choir members. Frank came around to see the lady standing with Chuka, he was shocked to see Kaffi, this time she was smiling back at him. "Bro John nevermind, Frank is here," Chuka called out to the young man who he had sent to get a taxi. Frank got closer, trying his best to stop the shock that overwhelmed him from becoming glaringly evident. "Frank you are late, our new generating set is having some difficulties coming on this morning and Kaffi says we could borrow hers, could you accompany her to her place so you would help with the generator?" and before Frank could say anything, Chuka walked off towards the back of the church to see what the situation was with the new 6.5 Kilowatt diesel generator the choir had saved up some money to buy.

Gravity suddenly became real to Frank, he felt like his legs were too heavy but he didn't show it. Resolved to manage the situation as best as he could, he smiled towards Kaffi, looking directly into her eyes, he wasn't sure what he was looking for in there, but whatever it was, Kaffi was great at concealing it. "Shall we?" Frank said breaking the tension. They both walked out the church building, flagged down a taxi and headed towards Kaffi's. They were at Kaffi's in less than fifteen minutes. "Driver, wait here, we will be out in a few minutes, okay?" Frank said firmly and Kaffi surreptitiously smiled. They both got out and Kaffi led the way into her house. "Wait here for me," she said with a kind smile as soon as they got into the living room, then without waiting for Frank to respond, she disappeared into her room. Frank stood mummified, his mind reminded him that this was where it all happened before, so he stood very close to the exterior door and adjusted the collar of his plaid shirt, readying himself for whatever game Kaffi might be playing at. A few seconds later Kaffi came out with a key in her hands, "Let's go back downstairs" she said to Frank, Frank was confused. "Please where is the generator?" he asked, hiding the anger in his voice, "It's downstairs, I just went in to get the key, and I didn't want you to stand outside under the sun while I looked for it in my room. Ever since I moved in, I put the generating set in our compounds generator house and haven't had the need to look for the key till today. I am sorry." Something in her voice made him relax and he felt stupid for thinking the young woman had ulterior motives. She just wanted to help the choir out and he was here being a jerk. Frank calmed down and they both went downstairs and toted the 6 Kilowatt silent diesel generator to the car. 

The street storm was a success, everyone had so much fun and the entire neighbourhood where the storm happened was electrified. The choir members also seized the opportunity to invite most of the natives there to church on Sunday and after what the natives saw, many of them were excited to honour the invite. The smile on Chuka's face knew no bounds, on the bus ride back to the church premises. he gave his final instructions to the choir and reminded them to be early for church service the following day. Turning to Frank, "That young woman is a blessing to us, imagine if you hadn't followed her up, we would have sung acapella today and possibly not have as many results as we did today." Frank was silent. Chuka continued, "I just called a taxi for her now, I know you are already tired from all the singing, and dancing today, but I'll still need you to join her home to help drop the generator since your estates aren't far from each other." Frank wasn't cool with this in any way, "Sir, I-" Frank started but was cut short by Chuka. "Bro Frank, if we just let her go that way, it would seem like we just used her and now we aren't even grateful, will she lift the generator all by herself this night?" "The driver could help." Frank immediately shot back but Chuka had already started walking towards Kaffi as the bus arrived its destination. "Thank you so much, you played a major role in the success of our storm today. I just called you a taxi, he should be here in a few minutes." Chuka said to Kaffi. "Ah, sir, that would not be necessary, it's now my choir too, plus I could call my taxi guy to come and pick me up," Kaffi said. "That would not be necessary, allow us to say thank you okay?  Frank!" he called out to Frank beckoning on him to join them, turning to Kaffi, "Frank will go with you to help with the generating set, thank you once again, God bless you" and with that Chuka climbed down the bus and headed into the church. Kaffi looked up at Frank and smiled, Frank immediately felt a heavy metal sink into his stomach, he didn't return the smile, as they got down the bus, he pointed towards the car and opened the back door for Kaffi to enter, then he asked the driver to assist him to lift the generator into his trunk. After the generator was secured in the trunk, Kaffi opened up the back door for Frank to join her at the back but he instinctively closed it and opened the passenger door, got in and sat down. Kaffi smiled. 

The journey to Kaffi's was a long one, firstly the traffic was crazy, it was basically a gridlock that had kept them at a spot for four hours, where they just sat in silence inside the car and it had started to rain. Frank could feel Kaffi's eyes piercing his skull but he dared not look back at her, thankfully the traffic eased and they were at Kaffi's in about an hour. It was almost midnight and the rain was pouring heavily now, the driver with his umbrella, helped Frank lift the generator to the ground and shielded both Kaffi and Frank as they rolled the generating set into the compound. Frank and Kaffi were completely soaked, he was about leaving under the rain but he remembered he had with him all the details of the people the choir reached during the day, in his bag, the names and details were written with ink on plain sheets of white A4-paper. He instantly regretted not telling the driver to wait for him. Kaffi was just standing at her door watching Frank battle with his mind, she was trying to understand why he didn't just come into the house to at least dry up while figuring out his going-home-plan. "Frank, please would you come inside and at least dry up, wouldn't be nice if you catch a cold tonight," she said to him. He turned, "Do you have an umbrella I could borrow?" he replied as he ran towards her door. "Please just come in, it is almost midnight, I can not let you walk home this night," she answered. He wasn't sure whether to believe the innocence in her voice or still stay wary of her, the rain had become violent at this point, so he basically ran into her sitting room. "I'll just get a taxi," He said when he was finally inside, "No taxi driver, no matter how much he loves money, will risk his car coming here tonight. The road to my house is bad enough on a normal day, I am sure it is extensively flooded by now." Frank had lost all his options, "Dear Lord, not tonight," he muttered to himself. "Sorry, did you say something?" Kaffi asked. "No no, nevermind, I was talking to myself. 

Kaffi enjoyed every bit of watching him squirm, she was well aware that going home wasn't his major challenge, he was just trying to avoid what happened the last time. "Can I at least have your wet clothes so I could dry them?" She asked. Frank deliberated on either being stupid and staying inside his wet clothes or taking them off in order to avoid catching a cold. "Okay," he replied and dropped the bag in his hand on the sofa, then took off his shirt, Kaffi grew hot inside just watching him undress, her legs started to vibrate at the sight of his masculinity. "Kaffi, relax, you have him here all-night, don't spoil the fun," she thought to herself whilst keeping an expressionless face. "You'll need to take those off too," she said, pointing to his underwear, "Funny lady, I'll take my chances with the cold if you don't mind ma'am." She then walked towards him, still wearing her wet clothes, bent down and picked up his, then disappeared into the house. Frank wasn't going to let his guard down tonight, not anymore. Kaffi returned, tying a towel with a loose-fitting unisex trousers, a t-shirt and another towel in her hand, which she extended for Frank to collect. "I'm going to have my bath now and when I'm done I'll leave the heater on just in case you'll prefer hot water, cause I don't. You'll sleep in my room and I'll have the sofa over here, I hope you are cool with that?" and without waiting for a reply turned and headed for the bathroom, it was then that Frank actually saw that the towel which she used in covering her body didn't actually go round, it only covered her frontals leaving her back bare as a stone and he couldn't help but notice how her butt cheeks danced as she walked. "Frank behave, bro...behave," he repeatedly told himself. What was Kaffis plan, firstly, she acts modestly by offering him her bed and now she leaves him growing stiff inside? Soon as he heard the door to bathroom click shut, he speedily took off the singlet he had on and tied the towel all around his body, still wearing his boxer shorts. 

In the bathroom, Kaffi smiled even deeper imagining herself with Frank but thinking of how best to catch him with his guards down, now he knows that she has plans for him so the innocent approach wouldn't work anymore. She decided to brush it off her mind, trusting that it'll happen somehow, she had to have a piece of that caramel-skinned brother that adorned her sitting room, and tonight was simply perfect.

Frank waited for her to come out of the bathroom and enter her room to change, soon as she was in her room, he dashed into the bathroom without the change of clothes Kaffi gave to him and only remembered it when he was done having his bath. There was a knock on the bathroom door, it opened slightly, "You forgot these," Kaffi said through the little space as she extended her hand to give the clothes to Frank. This puzzled Frank even more, maybe she wasn't even thinking in that direction after all. 

After changing he walked into the sitting room and saw Kaffi in a brief stew-coloured negligee with a slit on the left side that ran way up her thigh. She just sat on the armchair with her legs crossed eating some kind of biscuit and watching a telenovela. "Hope the clothes are comfy?" she said noticing him, "My brother used to live here with me, those belong to him," she continued, pointing to a stool close to the sofa, "I made a little sandwich, you need your strength after a long day, try not to get any on the sofa, you know I'll have to sleep there okay?" then she diverted her attention back to the TV. "Need my strength?" Frank thought to himself, "what is going on here?" he asked himself as he sat on the sofa.

The sandwiches tasted really great, they watched the telenovela for about thirty-minutes and talked about random stuff before Frank decided it was time to go to bed. Kaffi wondered why it took him that long, she turned off the TV set and got up, picked up both her tray and Franks', then headed for the kitchen. Seeing her body through the negligee made Frank stiffen even more but he tried his best not to show it. Soon as she was done with the dishes she came into the sitting room where Frank was still fiddling with his phone, replying messages and setting an alarm to wake him up in exactly four hours, early enough to be in church later that morning, "Time for bed sir," she said. "I'll be fine on the sofa, please you can sleep in your room," he said to her. "You are my visitor, you should be comfortable," she replied to him. When he saw he wasn't going to win this argument, he got up, used his hands to smoothen the sofa removing whatever pieces of the sandwich got on it then he passed her on his way to the bedroom. He closed the door and waited for a few minutes behind the door, expecting Kaffi to pull a fast one, but nothing happened. With a sigh of relief, he took off the t-shirt and turned on the lights. Her room was a perfect seductress lair, the room had a certain sex appeal to it, the walls were painted light pink and all the furniture in it was pure white, the bed was made of well-polished wood and it had a see-through white covering that ran from the wood-like base on top of the bed to the bottom like that of the medieval times. There was a giant pink dildo resting on her nightstand and the room had a lavender scent. "How in the world can someone be normal and sleep in this room every night?" He asked himself as he turned off the lights and walked towards the bed, parted the white covering and went under the sheets, they were so comfy. 

Kaffi waited for a few minutes just outside the room door biding her time to enter the room, she was already too excited and fired up to sleep, she knew he would see the dildo and smell the lavender in the air, she made sure of that when she went into the room earlier. After about twenty minutes of standing and almost dying of sexual thirst, she opened the door, turned on the lights and softly said "SENSEI." Frank jumped from the bed and tore through the white bed covering, standing as close to the wall as possible. "Did she just say Sensei?" He thought to himself. Kaffi just stood at the door, her nipples were tearing through the negligee at this time and she knew he could see it. "Kaffi listen... I need to be in church early today, do you want the bed? I could sleep in the sitting room I wouldn't mind." Frank said trying his best to access the situation. "I want the bed," Kaffi replied "with you in it," she finished off. "Hey look, you don't have to do this, I need my sleep, I have to be in church early this morning and the weather obviously has got you feeling all kinds of emotions right now, please relax," Frank said hoping she'll hear the voice of reason. "You need to sleep and wake early for church, and I need you in me so I can sleep well and also wake early for church, so how about we make it a fast one?" with that she slipped off the hands of her negligee and it fell to her feet. She was the definition of beauty in every meaning of the word, and Frank couldn't help but appreciate the work of God even amidst his conscious denial of self. Kaffi took a few minutes to let Frank take her body all in, then she locked the door, switched off the lights, and walked around the room in the darkness then towards Frank. "Listen, I've locked the door, and the key is somewhere in this room, the only way you are getting out of here is if you make me come." Frank was already aroused and he knew Kaffi could feel it as her hands were now clasped around his neck and her body pressed to his. She kissed him but he didn't return it, she smiled and traced her tongue down his neck all the way to his nipples, when she was way below his belly button he brought her head up and shook her off, moving farther away from her. Kaffi laughed and stood for a while, then walked up to him again. This continued for about two hours with her getting creative and him evading her, when he saw he wasn't going to get off this easily he walked up to her. "Remember you asked for this." and with that, he grabbed her and threw her hard against the closest wall. 

Kaffi had lost it, she was marvelled at his grip and furthermore, she was very randy, he kissed her so passionately, nibbling on her ears, then her neck, she then used his hands to cup her left breast pressing hard on her nipples, and with that, he threw her on the bed. "You wouldn't happen to have a condom here would you?" He asked. "Bottom drawer, under the files," she replied without looking, her insides were already on fire. Frank reached for the nightstand, checked the drawer and found a pack of original high-grade extra-sensitive condoms. He hid his surprise, tearing open the pack, he withdrew one. He stood for a moment with a full erection and stared down at Kaffi, "Do you like adventures?" he asked and Kaffi nodded like a ten-year-old that was promised chocolate. When he knew she was ready, he tore off the white covering from the bed with one swing of his left hand, pulled Kaffi towards the centre of her bed with his right, then he tied both her hands, each to one of the bed stands. Kaffi was no longer on earth, she only waited for his entrance, so she'll leave earth permanently. Soon as Frank ensured she was tied properly, he resumed kissing her, from her forehead to her lips, her neck and he moved around the bed to stand just in-between her legs. Kaffi waited and waited and then the lights came on, she opened her eyes and Frank was fully dressed and searching the entire room for something. "I'm sorry Kaffi, but I cannot do this with you," Frank said with tears almost escaping his eyes, Kaffi's excitement had turned to wild anger, she struggled and struggled to get off the bed, but Frank had made sure was tied properly. Frank eventually found the key inside one of her shoes, and then he sat down on the floor trying to catch his breath, he checked the time and it was past 6:30 am in the morning and service was for 7am. Springing up, he took his clothes from her dryer and changed into them, then went over to Kaffi, she was quiet now and kept a straight face. He loosened her hands and she sat up, "Maybe one day you'll understand," he said to her and walked out of her room. Just outside her door, close to his boots was an umbrella, Frank smiled and it now dawned on him that she was playing him all along. He ran home, showered, dressed up and flew to church.

By the time he got to the church, the worship session had already ended and Pastor was up on stage. Chuka was pissed, the entire choir knew this, Frank didn't even bother explaining to him why he was late and what further surprised him was that Kaffi was already seated in the choir stand and was acting normal. Frank almost lost it, he wanted to call her out and tell Chuka that all this was his fault, but he knew better, so he walked out on Chuka and walked towards the back of the church to sit. 

After the service, he met up with the pastor and told him of his intentions to leave the choir effective immediately, he couldn't tell his pastor why, nor did he think Chuka would understand. He only made it look like his work would be demanding more of his time and the pastor honoured his request.

THE END.

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