Chapter 87: Chapter 87

Chapter 87 I still love my wife

Mrs. Fanny folded her arms while she waited for the prison warden to bring out Mr. Fanny.

Earlier she had gotten a call from the prison authority to come over to the prison yard as it was very urgent. The urgency of the call troubled in her head so much that she phoned ken about her movement, hopped into the Ford SUV and drove straight to the prison yard.

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Since she arrived at the prison, she had been tapping her fingers on the table, anxiously waiting for the prison warden and Mr. Fanny to walk in through that door, so she would know her reason for leaving behind the patients she was attending to at the hospital just to answer the urgent call.

Like lightning, the door creaked and opened. Soon she was staring at Mr. Fanny, the prison warden and a thick blonde American man of a high rank in the Department of Prisons. For a moment she snorted, raised a brow and shared a stare across the three men. A lot paced through her mind and she was lost in her thought.

They were all seated and the blonde American cleared his throat and said. “You are welcome, Mrs. Fanny,”

She shook her head arrogantly, and shot a stare at Mr. Fanny who busied himself with the rub of his eyes and staring into the table as though there was something special that captured his mind there.

“Your husband approached us a few days ago,” the blonde continued after clearing his throat, “He lamented over the divorce papers you gave him a month ago and invited us to interfere. Listen up madam, he loves you so much and wouldn’t want to continue with the divorce. The prison authority is coming into the issue because medically we have diagnosed him of sanity impairment which is connected to the divorce issue.”

“What are you insinuating, Mr.…” she waved her hands for him to mention his name.

The American added, “Mr. Pedro.”

“Yes Mr. Pedro. I don’t get it. If he has sanity impairment you better run your diagnosis properly and not linking it to divorce.”

“Hold on Mrs. Fanny,” the blonde said, looking at Mr. Fanny. “Um… Mr. Fanny you told me something in the office about a request. Can you please tell her yourself?”

There was a sudden quietness across them, as all eyes waited for Mr. Fanny to say something.

“I …I” he stuttered and breathed hard. “I want to make a request and it is to have a forty five minutes private moment with you in the room, I…” he breathed uneasily and cleared his throat to toughen up and be firm with his speech. “I think as my wife that you are it will be nice if I have sex with you. Since I got into this jail, I have been witnessing inmates being visited by their husbands and wives and enjoyed some nice time together I… I … I am sex starved and it is you my wife that I can have such sexual fellowship with…”

She interrupted him, “To hell with your sexual fellowship. Can you hear yourself? I gave you some divorce papers and all you can think of is sexual moment with me. Emotionally I am no longer your wife; legally we are divorced and can’t enjoy the dividends of marriage. All I see here is a Fanny that is thinking through his penis and not his head,” she said angrily, rolling her eyes at him and then looking at the American blonde who was about saying something.

“Calm down, Mrs. Fanny. By law you are still his wife. You can’t pronounce yourself divorced until the law says so. You are to fulfill the obligation of a wife and one of such is sexual satisfaction. Listen up, I am a top officer of this prison yard, and over the years we grant inmates the opportunities to satisfy their sexual starvation by spending time with their lovers, wives husbands in a secluded room. In so doing we are trying to keep our inmates sound emotionally and sexually. Your husband here, Mr. Fanny is a victim of sexual starvation, and the moment he mentioned it to us, I asked him who we could invite for him, and he mentioned you.”

“Oh keep shut!“ she slammed on the table and stood up.

“Mrs. Fanny you dare shout at me,” the blonde glared at her hastily and looked at Mr., Fanny.

“Yes, who the hell are you that I can’t shout at?” she beamed. “You invited me over to this place to hear this rubbish. I am done. I am so done. What do you take me for? A whore or some sex object, eh?”

“You are my wife!” Mr. Fanny beamed, sitting up.

“Not anymore! Mrs. Fanny retorted, shouting at the top of her voice. “Look at this finger.” She raised her finger with the engagement ring. “I am engaged to Ken. My body is no longer meant for your consumption. Another man takes care of me now and that man will enjoy the cookies between my legs, so if you need to have sex you know where you can get it. Good bye!” she said and had a walk, knocking away in her stiletto.

“Mrs. Fanny! Mrs. Fanny, hold on,” the blonde called on her and the door slammed – she had left.

The blonde stared at Mr. Fanny for a moment before asking, “Who is Ken?”

Mr. Fanny snorted, swallowed hard and stroked his hair confusedly, “He is our family lawyer.”

“Your family lawyer? How come she did that? It is absolute ridicule to have your wife in the arms of your lawyer.”

“I don’t know. I’m speechless right now.”

“Come on,” the blonde said, stared around and whispered to Mr. Fanny, “I can arrange you a whore, I mean a bitch that can satisfy you and make you paint White House red.”

“A whore?” Mr. Fanny inquired, his eyes shooting into his face.

“Shhh,” the blonde shut him up, staring around, he whispered yet further, not all the women that come here to satisfy the male inmates are their wives or lovers. Some of them are whores, bitches and what have you.” When Mr. Fanny raised a surprising brow he said, “Come on do what others do and stop behaving like a chick. If you are interested you know where to find me.”

Mr. Fanny shook his head in disapproval. “I don’t need to find you sir. I still love my wife.”

“But your wife doesn’t love you anymore. As a matter of fact your lawyer is not just screwing her but has engaged her, and about to be married and you are still playing. Mr. Nice Guy.”

Enough! Mr. Fanny yelled and they stared ruggedly into each other’s eyes…