Like a hologram my mind my got to work weighing every piece of data I did gathered so far about this mystical business empire in an effort to form pragmatic details I could cling to.
As a hardcore skeptic I didn't want to draw conclusions about anything. Not until I am sure of what dealing with.
Somethings were making sense, somewhere just too fascinating to be true. Now everything revolves around this one man, a cold blooded killer, that makes no excuses, or gives any explanations about what he does.
I have not met a single person without mix emotions about the man. A devilish saint, savage monk, a mr do goody that goes around popping bullets into people brains, without taking the fall for any of his actions.
I did see with my own eyes what he did to poor Mike. He made the guy believe he committed a crime he never commited.
Yet without his interference I probably would have been dead by now. maybe I didn't want to admit it to myself that, Nka is a savior of sort.
His last statement had been 'graces I bestowed upon you'. to me, that's a prodigy no single man can assume.
Can he cause the rain to fall, or understand what causes the flowers to blossom, or apprehend the mechanism of his own breath?
Perhaps I shouldn't take his statement literary. The question is what will have happened had Nka let us walk away freely after the whole incident in the yacht.
We probably could have testified against him, and logical it made sense if he locks us up in a moving ship, where we fight and killed each other.
The scary part is people simply disappear without any traces about their where about.
Roy the physician did hinted on it right?
"hey spooky, what's up with you? are you planning to stay indoors all day?" Mika poke her heard into my cell and enquired playfully.
"battling one of them migraines Mika."
"are you gonna be a gentleman and invite me inside or you just gonna sit there and watch."
"hop in Mika, and stop bothering me, I got my head operating on a high gear." The woman laughs and stepped inside, making herself comfortable on my study desk, facing me whilst, I sat on the chair.
"you seem to be writing a lot. What do you right about?".
"mostly poetry and inconsequential stuff, way too boring I don't want to even re-read it, I may end tearing the book into shreds."
She grinned and asked cheekily "why are you always like this?".
"like what?".
"just like the way you are, damn spooky and all…"
"you did rather wished me to be something else?"
"if you will be any one thing other than Spooky, what will you be...".
"I will be nothing..."
"you see, that's why you are damn spooky..."
"and now you got me laughing toothelessly
Mika".
I coughed and gag in my giggles, and she stretched out one hand bending low on her flat belly to get me a bottle of water beside the desk on the floor.
I drank from the bottle, thirstily draining every last drop. It was then I took notice in the changes the woman.
"Mika; what happened to your hair?".
"what?". "you look different… umm hm… you unbraided it… I just. I never saw you wear it like this…"
"so what do you think?". "you look pretty Mika, going out on a date with one of them tuff bunch?".
"was that so hard to say? And no, I am not going out on a date," she replied and looked at me unflinchingly.
"aha, I got this close combat technique I have been working on, it comes with a simultaneous blocking and attack in quick motion….".
Mika cut me off and stood up, sliding her palm into mine as she did this, "either you are so blind, or you are a great pretender.
In this case, I think you are the lather. Now shut up your toothless hole and man up. come dance with me."
I close my mouth trying very hard not to burst out laughing…
"if you laugh, I am going to punish you," she warned. That really undid me. I laugh like I never laughed the kind of laugh I haven't laughed for a long time in this placeand she joined in.
"oh Mika, I never knew you could be so hilarious." "be getting ready for your punishment spooky."
"oh come on Mika, but we laughed together. Then I think we will share the punishment."
"okay, but not until we dance first. Hold my waist," she instructed and I wasted no time, I wrapped my arms around her narrow waist and glide her on the smooth epoxy floor.
Actually, Mika was more than Mika tonight. Tonight she did dress like a lady in a blue black cotton dress belted at the waist with a strip falling on her curves, seasoned by her time in the gym.
Our hard flat bellies slide to the tunes of my tootheless hymns, "where do you learn to do that?".
"I gift from my gaping hole, Mika."
"whatever that is, it's turning me on spooky."
Her harden breast, one of her great assets from her time in the gym spiced me up to the delight of the moment on contact.
But like Freeda, I sensed Mika wanted to run the show. In other not to spoil the fun, I follow her subtle instructions.
She placed my hand on her left breast, and I started robbing and caressing gently, I watched as her brown eyes turn completely white when she tilted her head up to lock gazes with me and our mouths collide in a seductive kiss, whilst I helped one breast out.
It stood erect and quivering emitting white fluids more like milk.
Naturally, paused for a moment and glanced into her eyes as they fixated on me, while I still caress her heavy breast, and more milk gushes forth.
She nodded to me, "go ahead" she guarded my head to her breast shoving her nipples into my mouth.
I was flabbergasted, jaded, excited beyond measure as I drink milk from her breast. She removed the other breast exposing her magnificent upper body.
What is going on here? Whatever this was, it was out of my experience. The other breast also started to leak and I quickly switched.
The milk tasted like nothing I have ever tasted before. It has the right measure of sugar, salt, and an earthily exotic taste that delights and invigorate all my senses.
She was whimpering now, and her body scotched like fire. "To the desk" she ordered and I led her there.
she sat on the tip of the desk, and lean back on the wall, exposing long fair thighs.
In one swift movement we removed her white pant exposing her hairy breathing yoni.
She was so wet her juices were dripping her from her yoni through her anus on to the tip of the desk, as she spread her legs wide.
"what are you waiting for you, nutty boy?"
My groin ached painfully when I final freed it from my pants. It throbbed, and in each successive throb it elongates further.
On the desk she spread he legs wider revealing her pink interior labia amidst her pubic hair. She massaged her clit with her middle finger while I watched with a leaping heart.
I was about to move to her and slide inside her, but heard a voice from a faraway place,
Ruby's voice, "Why did you do it spooky… with another woman?" ….
. "the princess branded you…. the kiss she placed on your forehead…."
I stood rooted to the spot, as Mika pulsate and spasm. The orgasm got her quivering on the desk feverishly as I stand by and watch with my pants on.
In that moment, I knew, Ruby did claim me as her own. I can't believe I did, chicken out at the last minute on a warm, wet, quivering hairy specimen of a yoni.
Mika stared at me meekly as she dressed up. "thank you spooky," she said shyly…. "I am sorry mika, I didn't do anything."
"and I totally understand, you can't forget her right. Does this lucky woman know the way you feel about her?".
"I was never able to tell her how I feel about her….".
"what darling you are spooky. Come to me let me tell you my own strange story," mika said and sat on the bed, as I wipe her fluids from the desk top with a tissue.
"you are brave spooky. You are the first guy to witness my condition but stood your ground. And drinking from me like the way you did, already gave me two orgasm, before I had the final one massaging my clit….
Most of the men I dated in the past, send me flowers, tell me love stories, write me poetry….
But whenever it comes to this, they see me as some kind of freak, and they did runaway and never come back."
"Mika, I am so sorry".
"it's okay spooky, you gave me what I always desired, and it has been marvelous. I only wished you were not taken," We both grinned and hug.
"training time, six am sharp."
"okay coach," I saluted, as Mika left my cell and I bolt the door from within.
Wow, I have lived on this earth for a long while. life never seizes to amaze me. what a mystery life is.
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That night I had a very beautiful dream; I was with Ruby and our newly born baby. the baby was greedily suckling on the left breast and I was suckling on the other one.
The little thing was so greedy, it was kicking me on the forehead to stop meddling with its food; the act got Ruby cackling a sweet laugh of a proud woman who take delight in serving her children with the immortal essence of life.
My heart filled with joy and hope when I woke up. I am not a superstitious man, but today, I shall be one, at least until sunset.
My first fight in level three was with a man the called dragon fist. I don't know why they called him that but I was soon to find out.
I was taller than him and trimmer, I wonder how a weasel guy like my opponent made it this far to level three, that too I think, I was yet to find out.
We met in the middle of the arena, punching and blocking, elbow to elbow, fist to fist, fist to elbow, elbow to fist.
So I didn't see the jump kick when it landed on my temple, bringing me down flat on my back.
The ref came to me and started the countdown as I sat up wondering what just happened.
I saw Mika at one side, encouraging me to stand up, she was so fired up.
I stood and shake my head to clear my blurry vision. I study dragon-fist closely for the first time.
The man was so quiet and composed, without emotion on his face. he look at me as though we were friends, perhaps one of his disarming tricks.
We went at it again and again. The man had no rhythm, he switches stance, alternating his punches and kicks in ways you never see them coming.
And when I seem to catch up with his movement he surprises me with an attack from an awkward angle I never expect an attack from.
I suck in air when they ring the bell for break. Mika was saying, "you are making him draw you into his web, don't let him control your movement.
He will be coming at you hard this time, but you have to pick up your own pace, and fight him your own way.
You are doing good by keeping composed, I know it's hard for you, but it's the only way to rise above your craft lets go get it spooky…."
Sky was saying… "I know close combat is your thing, but in this case is to his advantage. You might want to keep the guy at arm's length cuz he's shorter."
Momma added… "you will probably want to wrestle that guy spooky, restrained him and smashed him on the ground."
The bell ring again and we stepped into the ring. I faked a knee kick with my left leg, strike viciously with the right leg aiming at the head, knocking dragon-fist down.
The fight was over; he was out flat as the blood oozes from his ears.
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