Full circle

Grey

She held on to me like a chorister holding a microphone, but she was not singing and she surely was lost for words. She held the shaft with her fingers, rested the head gently on her wet lips while the tip of her tongue nestled the opening.

There was silence, ominous silence.
You could hear your own heart beat.
Rose was completely unclad.
Her sweats from the earlier marathon and the sweats that followed from being caught pants down were now dripping.

I felt sorry for myself for being in my position and pity for her knowing that there was no way I would be able to convince her of my discretion. I wasn't going to tell, not when the blowback would do me damage too.

I asked her to get up.

She hesitated, holding my left hand for support.

I tried to help her up with my right hand supporting her waist.

It was a quick minute. 

A flash light broke through the dark.

It jolted me and Rose, such that we involuntarily huddled up. She held on to me, taught.

The strong bright beam traveled from my head to our faces, then to my shoulder, my chest, down to my tummy and then landed on my crotch.

It lingered at my crotch.

My shy phallus chose this time to shape up. I can't explain it, but it chose now to grow large. I prayed for regression, disinterest, I prayed for even thunder, nothing, but it chose to stay, growing and hardening at my own peril and suddenly Rose screamed.

Rose screamed something. I am not sure, but it sounded like Rape!!!

I sheepishly seemed to nod in agreement. Oblivious of the real predicament, I opened my mouth to speak but words failed me.

A closer look at the intruders brought me out of my revelry.

It wasn't just the security patrol officer, there were three other persons. 

One after the other, the legs lined up. Some were feminine. A pair of masculine shoes but too clean and too dressed for a security officer was among them. The shoe on one feet looked very familiar, like I had just seen it, I tried to look up and adjust my eyes rapidly to the high bean, but the person walked to the back of the line.

I heard a voice, it was a woman's voice, very cold.

'You will not escape this. You and your evil sister will surely pay for this disgraceful act. Your parents claim to be perfect, I wonder what sort of training they give you at home...'

I couldn't muster the strength to protest. My mouth though open, didn't let any words out. 

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Yoruba demon.

Brown eyed.

Apex predator.

Michael Akinlaja.

He was in my head.

He exuded extraordinary confidence and was gifted in many ways other than the sexual. When he preached, spirit moved. His sermon elicited thoughtfulness and repentance. His choice of words were exciting and smooth. He walked, talked and dressed the same: smooth. Akin was an all rounder. He played football, chess, checkers, table tennis and jugged around every morning within the school premises. He was only a youth corp member but even the other corp members assigned to our school accorded him a certain level of respect and admiration. Our teachers loved him and always took every opportunity to tell us what a star he was.