Dad My Ex

romantic hug but the belly haa! I did not say a word but simply dragged him to the master bedroom, felled him to his bed, and started the massaging. He was so gigantic. By the time I finished, I was tired and went for a shower. What I saw dragged my sense back, I found him bare. He looked like a mountain, no, like a whale. Can you imagine his chest had grey hair? His entire body was bathed in sweat. Everything looked nasty, he pulled my waist slowly calling me baby.

I felt like running away. The excuses were no more. He had put in a lot. I remembered my cousin, Owen telling me, 'man does not risk anything for nothing.' I tried to change my mind but was already down. He was so heavy. I will never forget those two fateful minutes. I ran to the bathroom and vomited. However, it had happened thus there was nothing to reverse. All along I thought I was winning, eating his money, undermining him, oh he had me this time.

I started crying, regretting why I met him. He complained, ' I thought you were a virgin...uhm.' He talked as if I was his daughter. He proposed for dinner, which offer was turned down. By the time I finished showering, the stomach was empty. So, I commanded him to take me though my appetite was down. We shopped and gave me one million shillings. Oh this was not enough for my bills. I looked at my friends taking what we had shopped, oh, they were feasting on my sweat. Not interesting at all.

That weekend was Seras birthday. She was my old girl from primary school and college. She had joined the Business School. We stormed their hostel like rebels. Girls there called us snob queens. She was still as humble as we were in the first week of the first semester of first year. She still had her first boyfriend moreover a broke fellow campuser. He had organised her a simple party in her room with a cheap cake, oh so fake. We immediately pulled out expensive bottles of wine. I had to show I was loaded. I took them to beach where we spent to the fullest.

By the way Sera's boy was cute and so gentle. He loved her so much that I admired him however much he played hard to get. He was so faithful. They loved each other. Their love was so sweet but lacking some money. It was the other old high school love of empty promises with few actions. Their relationship had a funny genesis. The boy wrote her a cheat expressing how he dreamt about her in the garden of Eden eating the fruit of life. She tore it in front of the class and slapped him.

As the entire body was alarmed, the boy also slapped her. Ha, they fought till break time. When she reported to the form one yellow class teacher, he asked her whether she was normal and welcomed her to secondary. The two's enmity continued till form five when one became the Head boy and the other Head girl. They could discuss often about school politics till the politics discussed them. The two became inseparable pen and paper. The whole vacation, the couple was together. Their parents knew they would marry each other for one would freely sleep at the other's home. Even when the boy joined our Campus and Sera went to the Business school, the two remained together. At campus, love without money was a total curse. Swimming moved on well till I saw someone familiar.

It was Sieyes, my father's friend. He was with friends whom he introduced. He kept stalking me slowly to my hostel. This time I was broke for I had spent all the money on Sera's birthday. What was wrong with men's money? We could not do anything constructive with it. Sieyes kept on visiting us because he had admired May. He knew how to handle campus girls. They had rented an apartment in the city which they named Arena for it acted as their slaughter house. Little did I know that Sieyes was playing Bella and May, he was also seriously seeing Sera.

He continued seeing them from their Arena in the city and at the same time he was not giving up on me. He slowly made his move as if he never liked me till I clicked that he was like a python. He would take a step in front, then back for a while making you feel inadequate, helpless, hopeless, desperate then promptly engulfs you with less strain. He could slay 'slay' queens without any penny. Did I survive? Uhm! Maybe he was generous to me.

A fortnight later, I wanted money, Olivier was not coming, Med had left, Sieyes was so slow and undecided. We boiled heads for Dick. I sobbingly told him that I had missed my periods. I knew he thought I wanted to cheat him. So we added that I was not aborting thus needed a house for I could not stay in hostel anymore. He panicked and called me for a talk. He explained that he could not manage that so requested for abortion. He was in my teeth then. He pulled out one million shillings and threw it on the table. Ha! I had got him.

He slowly came closer and started caressing me. Oh men! He threw me on the bed and forced himself on me calling me bitch. He said he knew I was not pregnant for he had undergone vasectomy. It was not over. This was war. I took it slowly, closed my eyes and started to make romantic sounds. He stood up to remove his garments. There I got a chance to pick the money, and run out. Was this theft? I thought again and returned it. He said it was okay for all we wanted was money nothing else. He added those who received free gifts were to painfully pay in future. My response was he was too fat, ugly, and old as he chased me saying I was the ugliest girl he had ever slept with. He added that his money was nectar attracting every sort of bee. That's how I lost Dick.

As usual there was no mourning for Dick for there were many Dicks out there. We felt our level was the highest. Bella had heard about cash down. Here one had to pay before seeing a girl. Many city tycoons enjoyed this for there were no strings attached. Bella first tried it and saw it working. She ushered us into the system. These men were so weak. Some could not do anything. Their money was sweet. I did it several times till I met him. I swear I never went to room X again. Room X was so dark that you could hardly see someone's face clearly. Besides we were not allowed to look at them.

This man touched me and felt the pliers' touch, I started to shake. Yes, he knew what he was doing but my curiosity could not let me pay heed to the laws. As he warmed my breasts from behind, I felt the two scars on his hand. Oh Lord, I turned to look at him. He immediately pushed my head away and chased me. I contacted mother inquiring whether father was around. She said they were together. I felt a bit safe. My father had two scars. I thought he was the one. I spent a week without going back till I ran broke. This time he was some other man. I kept going back till I landed on the mystery man who touched me in his style. The way he could cease my waist, it was a clear indication he was a star. This time he blind folded me and removed my clothes slowly.

I was feeling his rough touch. He was so muscular that I never wanted to detach myself from him. His warmth was paranormal. I was forced to turn and kiss him. There I felt some relief and satisfaction. I had him mine with wild thoughts of gluing on him to marriage no matter being married or not. As soon as he unfolded me, his cell phone buzzed. Its flashlight was making our faces visible. His screen displayed my mother's picture and contact. He was the one. I dashed out crying, as he called, Levi, my name. I had slept with my father. My friends hand slept with him too. They had always described the perfect hunk with two scars. I switched off my cell phone and never moved out of the hostel for a fortnight. It was painful. I washed my parts several times. I hated myself for this abomination because committing suicide would not solve this either. I had missed my periods for the first time regretting why I joined these girls and discerned no pretext for dumping Med.