We went past Kiambu, drove past Ruiru all the way to Thika. We got into a certain private residence which was a really gated community.A tall man came to meet Douglas.“Right on time!” He said as they greeted each other.“Luckily, I have someone to take me home.” Douglas said pointing at me.“Meet my dear wife, I call her Mama Boy but her name is Grace.” Douglas introduced me. The man shook my hand, a firm handshake.“Honey, here is our new car. Come and meet my friends too.” The man called out as soon as we got inside the house.“Douglas, this is why I love you, your deals are always on time.” The man told my husband.When the man’s wife came out, for some seconds I thought I was dreaming. It was none other than Lillian the owner of the club where we used to go to fuck our boys!!!!“Oh! Grace, what a surprise!” Lillian said, extended her hands and came over to hug me.“Meet my husband, Grace. I suppose this is your husband too; nice to meet you.” Lillian

Miriam arrived at almost 3 pm. I picked her at Limuru bus station at around that time but since I had some more work to do, I called Ken over to pick her and take her home.**Ken proved to be a good manager when the flower farm was established in Naivasha. He was the one responsible for paying even the workers, who were to be paid weekly since they were all casual laborers. I would normally go with him from time to time just to oversee what was going on in that farm.Miriam too proved to be even a better house girl than Mercy, who could cook so many varieties of foods. I was so impressed with her work such that I decided to be paying her Kshs 13,000. She told me she will save to further her education which according to me was all right, and I made the conditions right for her to save as much as she could. Besides, she too wanted to be an accountant and that meant I could be of so much assistance to her.Things seemed to flow on smoothly over the weeks until one day, Ken

“Come on! Ken, you are making me feel shy.” I told him. He motioned his hands in the air imitating someone caressing someone and laughed.“All right, tell me.” Ken urged me, moving to hold his chin in an attentive pose. I just looked at him and smiled.“I need a dick like yesterday.” I suddenly told him.“What?” Ken asked me, sounding surprised.“I am not talking Greek, I need that dick inside me.” I told him, moving over to sit on his lap. He seemed startled. He looked over the kitchen door, which also opened up to the main corridor leading to bedrooms.“Hey, Miriam might catch us! What if your husband returns abruptly? Grace, no. not today. Do you want me dead?” Ken protested trying to push me to stand up.“What do you fear? This is my house. Douglas won’t be home until tomorrow morning. Miriam is already asleep. We can just sneak into my bedroom, have a quick one and you go your way. Or I can come over to your place.” I told him. I felt my clitoris itching for a

Very gently, the policeman knocked our car’s window. Ours were tinted so he would not see inside so we dressed up and sat down, as I rolled down the window pane.“Sorry Madam to disturb you, but we wanted to tell you that you shouldn’t be here.” The policeman who wore traffic police uniform informed us. I was about to ask why when he suddenly said, “There were robbers who stole at a bank in Githunguri and they used a car similar to this, we only noticed it is not the one when we read your number plate, but for your safety, just drive along not to arouse suspicion of other officers, you know, some police men are trigger happy and might shoot at you without confirming.”I felt so relieved as I had thought perhaps they were after Ken.Ken started the car engine as the policeman turned to walk away.“Hey, I had nearly gotten a heart attack!” Ken told me as he rolled up the windows and hit the highway accelerating as fast as he could.“Hey, Ken, slow down, relax.” I told h

“Grace! Oh! Jesus!” Alex exclaimed.Ivy was more than surprised.“Do you two know each other?” Ivy asked me. I lacked the word to even express what was in my mind.“Jesus is great, praise the lord!” Alex said.“I don’t understand, why aren’t you talking?” Ivy asked looking at me.I did not know whether to feel ashamed, confused or lost. Alex was the youthful pastor in one of our local evangelical churches, who sometimes back kept preaching to Ken to get saved. He had even given Ken a bible and some religious materials. It was a huge surprise to even see him there.“Well, they call me Pastor Alex, I am a good friend to one of his workers, Ken.” The pastor said looking at us.“So, you are a pastor and you have never told me?” Ivy asked Alex.Alex ignored the question.“How is my brother in Christ, Ken?” Alex asked me. I did not know whether to answer or just laugh.“Ken is fine.” I told Alex.Alex then looked at us in turns and said, “I know why we