WHAT DID I DO TO MY MUM? EPISOD 9
🌃 WHAT DID I DO TO MY MUM?🌃
EPISODE 9
Tears trickled down my cheeks when the doctor disclosed that I had contracted HIV. My heart sank into my belly and I ran out of the hospital instantly with my hands on top of my head.
I felt worthless and comfortably, I sat on the middle of the highway idling patiently for a trailer or camper to grind me down to deáth.
I sat there for over an hour but no vehicle passed because that area was rural. The road is always busy in the morning and evening.
But in the afternoon it was different. I begged the Grim Reaper endlessly to put me in its dungeon but it failed me.
Shortly, a thought ran through my mind;
"Mezuo, you shouldn't suffer this alone, share it with other people"
I sat up zealously like a real eager beaver because what I pondered out was thoughtful.
Luckily, a brothel was close to where my back was. – the contractor did me a favour to stay in the unfinished building till I earns money and rent an apartment.
The contractor, Mr Udo also got me some drugs and requested to take me to his house but I dug in my heels because I had my plans and I wouldn't want anyone to restrict me from accomplishing my plans.
Mr Udo was very kind and charitable. He kept begging that the uncompleted building wasn't safe but I declined.
"Well, I've tried. Take this token and manage for now" Udo said as he gave me a huge amount of money – not enormous though.
I thanked him earnestly and he said that he wished he had more before he left.
I was happy I didn't tell him a bit of my story because I hate to see people's visages full of pity.
I still had the sexy gown given to me by Mary Jane and it was the cloth I was going to wear at dusk to the brothel in other to lure some men into jogging horizontally with me contaminating them with the disease.
I didn't mind if I was ráped last night – I just wanted to infect thousands of people with the disease.
Bathing was not essential as I applied my roll on my armpit waiting fully for darkness to come.
Certainly, I foresaw myself meeting a rich man in the brothel.
In the night, I dressed up with my wig on my head and a black handbag. The gown I wore was reddish and I looked stunning.
I walked boldly to the brothel which was more like a nightclub. I sat at one corner sipping the wine the waiter brought to me when I felt a finger prod at my back.
"Hello, beautiful lady!" An old man wearing agbada said as though he had his heart set on.
"Good evening," I said and waved to him.
"Can I have a drink with you?" He asked.
"Sure, we can" I replied.
"Are you comfortable with what you're drinking?" He asked like he was on the bee's knees.
"Ehm! Ehm! Yes! " I returned.
"No!, I will order for something better" He muttered. " Waiter! Waiter!"
The waiter came and he asked him to bring the most expensive in their wine cellar.
"Wow! this man is really rich, I can't wait to infect him with the disease so that he can also infect his wife and other people," I said in my mind.
We started discussing and drinking the wine he ordered.
Forthwith, we made our way to a furnished room. The room had a beautiful lounge and television set inside it.
He was really rich and paid enormously for that room.
He held me on my waist and undressed me slowly. I felt his tongue on my swollen vagina.
He was licking it ponderously.
I was on cloud nine because it was so sweet.
Later, he dipped his pen on my inkwell and we started making love together.
On the nail, he slumped as he was jogging horizontally on me.
I was scared of the daylights when I touched him and noticed he had bitten the dust.
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