Chapter 29: Chapter 29
Chapter 29 FBI
Meyer came from behind and tickled Brian in the rib, and then stroked Mr. Biscuit on the head. Brian was drawn and slothful to practice basketball today. He rather sat and watched other players pace the court rowdily and displayed basketball tricks to entertain onlookers, also Mr. Biscuit was having a field day by running after the ball, and helping the players fetch the ball. Brian was down in his spirit for what befell Ella, and the fate of the unborn child. He had assured himself someday his future wife would be like Ella and she would look thick and watery to behold- not forgetting to sleep naked too – nights after he had seen Ella’s nakedness he had moped through the window to see Ella yet again, right in her flat, in her well lit room as she walked out of the bath naked , dried her body, caressed her big tummy, stroked her breasts with an ointment and pranced around her room with her buttocks ‘ cheeks rolling and smashing each other so mercilessly that Brian had to swallow hard, turned down his window blind and coiled in his body and imagined what Ella was up to and if there was anything she was expecting from him, was she actually expecting a baby and also expecting love. The days past had been nights upon nights of Ella flaunting her nakedness. Brian had thought she was aware her room was just opposite his room, also in perfect square view that under the intensity of light, nothing was hidden. Brian had noticed this just recently; when her man was much alive she never did and pulled such seductions
Even Meyer had noticed Brian’s poor countenance, “You looked withdrawn from yourself. Is there anything you want to share?” Brian had leered at her and shook his head.
“Apologies about the other day,” she muttered, rolling the little tyres on her skating board and biting her lips in a more apologetic way than she portrayed.
She had told herself severally she was in love with Brian – a vampire’s bite she could not deny. She had lost her marbles for Brian. Within herself she had played the devil’s advocate, convincing herself she would comport herself, stay off Brian be just platonic friends and nothings less than that. She had paused too many fantasies she had nurtured for Brian- trapping him in a kiss and luring him to bed was one of the fantasies she was yet to pull .She would not forget the nights she let lose her thought about Brian and how she had ended up imagining Brian down with her in bed and waking up naked next to her at dawn. Many of such occasions she had ended up fingering herself and stroking her breasts jus t to quench the fire of lust burning all over and thought of being in the arms of Brian.
“Is ok there is nothing to apologize. You did what we all do if circumstances call for it; replied Brian, watching as Mr. Biscuit made for the ball, and pounced upon it with the intention of keeping it still but then making it roll yet further , “Can I ask for your help,” inquired Brian.
“Why not?” asked Meyer, opening the net of her heart to sieve off Brian while letting other things pass through. She had been waiting for this moment; a moment they would discuss about what they feel for each other and not the tricks of skating as a pro. Somewhat she knew Brain had a soft spot for her and it would only take time to profess it. She was going to follow Brian with patience and not rain on his parade again.
“I owe someone. I mean I am in dire need of twenty thousand dollars and I cannot approach my grandma without raising down White House,” he said and paused not willing to say what just came on his mind but he had to say it just to push better his message. You know my grandma is.. is a HIV patient. Ever since I got to know about it I decided not to bore her with my troubles.”
“Is a pity,” said Meyer.
“I want you to approach my house as my skate board trainer, and display madly requesting for your twenty thousand dollars paycheck. You would be mad at me for owing you such figure which has lingered. My grandma will be out to settle us. She would not want me to see hell’s backyard because of twenty thousand. She is gonna pay you and you in return will keep it for me. I will come for it later,” concluded Brian , with all seriousness that made him think Meyer would be gathering the question marks she would put on his name – but to hell with whatever would put him the in the teeth of his blackmailers for the second time. He was going to save himself and his name from being their bullets and it would be his little secret-
“Why would you pull such mischief just to extort money from your grandma? I believe if you approach her with all honesty she will grant you the dosh- just twist her arm.” Meyer advised.
Brian cut in, “That is the issue. Grandma is so unpredictable. You believe to get something from her with all sincerity and honesty; she will be playing the devils advocates. Besides like I said she is a HIV patient. I don’t want to bore with my shortcomings. See Meyer I don’t know what else to say but I need this money like my heartbeat... i don’t want you to see me in the eyes of a Mr. Nice guy. I can be badass too; yes every angel has an apprentice devil inside of him. So am I counting on you?” he asked staring at Ella expectantly.
And Ella stared back; her stare agreed with him.
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When Brian drove home, he saw a couple of cars bearing FBI parked at their compound. In a moment he remained in his car, trying to ponder what would have invited FBI to their home and was grandma safe? Could it be that something tragic had happened to grandma, a laborer or Ella? Should he be expecting a black day? Some of the FBI agents were outside, standing beside their cars while a few were inside the house. Talk of the devil! Just then grandma and a handful of them walked out from the ball room, discussing and grandma narrating something to them; their faces boiling coal and not going to smile soonest. At this time grandma would keep shut and allow their ring leader to speak up and at the other time grandma would speak up, point at a section of her farm and explain yet further. Brian looked at Mr. Biscuit and it was staring at the uniform men, panting out its tongue and peeking at Brian to okay its move against them. But Brian was studying everything; grandma was well dressed, she wasn’t that dressed when he left home earlier; she had lain in bed, nagging about this pain in her waist. Just then they started advancing and grandma chuckling and walking them to the car – but hell no they were actually taking her away. Annoyingly, Brian pressed onto his horn, hooting nosily which made them to pause to see the intruder. And he alighted at once. Mr. Biscuit started a mean bark.