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Liz
There is something about a woman with a mission. Its the glint in her eyes, the wicked smile on her lips and the dangerous intent in her heart. Fear her!
She wouldn't stop until she conquered her mountain or until the mountain came to her. I'm a woman on a mission!
My armoury was full. My main weapon was the killer sheer lacy thong I had on, alongside a matching lace bra that exposed more than it was supposed to cover.
The dress I had on was sheer silk; its material was as soft as the skin on a baby's buttocks. It was a white, asymmetrical wrap dress that fell almost to my ankle at one side and as short as to my thigh on the other side. It had full balloon sleeves that made me regal for the birthday dinner I was throwing downstairs. Four inch killer heels, smokey eyes and bloody red LA belle lips. I was going to have my man tonight.
I chuckled at myself in the mirror, I looked like a school girl on a date with her first crush. Did it even matter? He was my first crush, my first love, my first kiss, my first everything in my heart.
My phone started ringing and I tore my self from the mirror to pick it up.
"Pamela!" I answered dryly.
"Ahn ahn! Its me o your best girl in the entire world." She droned on her voice tingled with excitement. "Wait let me switch to video call!"
I smacked my lips gently as the call came on and the next thing I got was Pamela's hype.
"Holy shit! Fine girl you're going to murder someone's son tonight." She fanned herself dramatically and I laughed at how much she was being extra all the reasons I should be mad at her flew right out my brains window.
"Stop exaggerating Pamela!" My British accent making my voice more husky.
"I'm not exaggerating at all!" She screamed then added, "wait! Turn that camera let me see that your thick yansh inside this dress." Pamela giggled like a kid and I couldn't help but catch her excitement too.
"For the one millionth time Pam say Ass or bum or buttocks!" I rolled my eyes as I spoke my hands waving in the air as a quotation mark to prove home my point. I've been correcting Pamela about this stuff since our college days.
Yansh just sounds crude, but Pamela being Pamela will probably never stop.
Until she turned and I saw where she was. Pamela was sitting outside her home at this time of the night and it bothered me. It was almost 7pm over here meaning it was past 1 am over there in Nigeria.
"Pamela, what's going on? Why are you outside the house at this time of the night? Is everything alright?" I rushed out the questions in worry.
"Hmmmn my sister!" She groaned first then started, "my husband threw me out of the house." Pamela also had her pity face on.
"Excuse me!" I shouted this time, "Chris did what?"
"He threw me out of the house." She repeated.
"Why? How? Did you guys quarrel? What did you do Temitope?" I asked question after question not giving her he slight chance to answer.
She looked at me in shock then finally stammered and said "What a friend you are Elizabeth. You just choose his side straight up."
I chuckled at her facial expression, I couldn't help it. "I'm on your side but what did you do this time?" I asked again.
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