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Lewis was once a one-stop man for Elsie. When their love was novel he made her feel like she could get everything she wanted in a man in him. He had all those qualities that turned her on besides money and his remarkable prowess under the sheets he was funny, smart, considerate and caring and above all loving- he reminded her how much she meant to him every chance he got and complemented her hair, dress code, cooking among other small things that melted her heart and she reciprocated the same by trying to be the best a one-stop woman for him. Nothing but the best.With the sudden change he was none of those things she wanted and fell in love with. Lewis was like a politician who made a lot promises during campaign and ended up fulfilling none once he got in office instead he put up a few white elephant projects. Unlike the politician though, he had rounded off everything to money and what it can do. She complained about boredom he got her a personal assistant. For what? He was throwin

Lewis Woodley. He woke up furious. He was feeling what Elsie was used to feeling every morning she woke up all alone on a six by six bed, lonely, sad, angry and regretting. In Swahili they say: mkuki Kwa nguruwe mtamu Kwa na binadamu mchungu. Do unto others what you'd want them to do unto you. Whoever said that should have made a billboard out of it_ spearing a pig for sport is so fun until the same spear pierces the human, it's very painful. There is always no fun in getting others do what we do to them, especially when it’s mean.Even after he stood her up the previous night Lewis expected her to come home and act as if nothing happened. He did not want to touch her and he also did not anyone else to. Kind of confusing but that’s how he saw it. Call him what you want but Lewis felt like there was nothing wrong with that."Good morning everyone!" He said walking downstairs in a pair of grey cotton shorts and a matching grey T-shirt with the words, "Wife can be from the village but car

elsie was caught off guard. she was not expecting lewis to show up flunked by joe due to his stubbornness. the fact that he agreed to be patronized by joe meant he really wanted her back. which made her teeny tiny guilt worse than it was. for close to a minute or two joe had said nothing to her. he was looking through the window and the silence was having a toll on elsie. she respected him, everyone in the family did, apart from lewis of course but joe was among the few individuals she could talk to openly. they clicked the moment she moved in. "it's a beautiful neighborhood isn't it?" he asked turning around to face elsie. she was fidgeting with curiosity."yeah, it's good""you know why am here elsie please, make it easier for me" that was his opening line, joe would have been a successful politician if he ever ran for office, "my brother is a hard nut to crack, he is inconsiderate, doesn't trust anyone, thinks he is better than everyone and an egomaniac but behind al

that saturday evening, their room was smelling strawberries when she got in from their little chinwag with the girls. ruby red and white rose petals on the marbled floor and the bed on which there was a red velvet dress, candles lighting up the entire room. lewis was a once in a blue moon hopeless romantic but when he chose to he surprised her and came up with something way better than the previous one. a note was attached to the dress with instructions. she picked it up and skimmed through it a warm smile escaped her lips as she started to undress."okay, where are the shoes?" she asked looking around, "they must be somewhere"there was another note stuck on their large rectangular dressing mirror mounted on her side of the bed that was in the middle of the room. she read through it and tip toed to the walk in wardrobe as though she was walking on eggshells. at the far end was the show rack. it was not hard to spot a shiny golden pair of hills among her pairs.

Your guess is right, frank was not having the best of Sundays. Unless you didn’t guess that one, now you know. Anyway, funny how the mighty were falling, as a playboy Frank used to think until the skies met the heavens and death died a miserable death, no girl was going to take him off the market-by that I mean the dating scene. Guess who was wrong? It was starting to get real to him that he was crazy sick and in love with a married woman he had a one night stand with roughly fort eight hours back. He had tried everything to forget her but the more he did the harder it got for him. That's how he ended up gathering enough courage to call her. The question was, why her? Scratch the beauty part because he had been with hot models some men could only watch on TV. Frank was lying sprawled on his massive bed covering his Lower extremity. His eyes were wide open, his arms spread. It was almost ten in the morning he had not woken up and his personal butler and guard was getting worried