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Iva watched her Aunt from across the table as she places her hand just where her ribcage is located about, covered under flesh as she belched."I told you young lady, I said it didn't i, too much salt makes my chest burn" she gathered the food crumbs into one place, which was surely for her dog.She had called Iva minutes ago to complain about the food she was eating, and seemed to be doing so without any stress."See, I had to drink a lot of water to push each heap I took down" she said with her thick accent Very much noticeable.Iva looked at the empty plates on the table which was designed for her Aunt Zirra and her alone. You see, Aunt Zirra was her late mama's older sister. She had no children and no husband, so she took in Iva after she had become an orphan. Everything was going on fine until after a year, when her sweet Aunt Zirra called her a whore who finished all her food without remorse.Iva then had to look for a job to put food on the table, of

Uri was still in the midst of the ladies when he noticed one woman, dressed not so slutty but beautiful that her presence stung him, it called his name from miles away. He let out a hiss as he looked at her as she walked gracefully to a corner, almost away from where all the functions was happening.Such Beauty, he thought.At once, what he thought about was to demand to be left alone by the girls at his both his sides and be attended to by only her.The ladies turned his head to face them when they noticed his lost of attention. They eyed her and hissed while rubbing his body.No.Demanding her will cause a fight.But on a second thought, wouldn't it be thoughtful of him to send her to his friends room?Oh yes. He didn't ask for it but knowing Malik, he was sure that this lady will captivate him, just as she did him.He knows this because Malik had lamented before about how all the ladies had lost their charms. Instead of been born with th