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Mzee Ajabu

While his youngest daughter was preparing for her doctors appointment, his eldest daughter getting arrested and his son getting a bag of drugs, Mzee Ajabu was lying on a king-size bed in Lavington suburbs. Next to him a beautiful girl, Diana who couldn't be a day older than twenty one.

She was yellow skin, small body, petite with long braids. Mzee Ajabu loved the braids, they came in very handy whenever he mounted her from the back. She turned and rubbed his chest hair and groaned.

"We should go to Dubai for a week."

Mzee Ajabu pretended to not have heard her. She was resting on his chest so that Mzee Ajabu's left hand had enough room to cup her buttocks and every time he did she moved closer to him almost wanting to wear his skin. He loved it.

"Imagine the tall buildings, the sand dunes, the beach. It would be so relaxing."

"I have a company to run and a family to go home too my dear, I just can't up and disappear you know."

"Imagine having sex at the Burj Khalifa?"

He stared at the ceiling which was marble white with a fan doing the rounds and thought  about the idea for a second.

"You know there are some sex moves I have reserved for Dubai."

They both laughed. He had met her while she was in a public university pursuing anthropology, a course she hated. He had been so enthralled by her virility that he had paid for her tuition in a top private university to study Public Relations, gotten her an apartment in the suburbs of Lavington and put her on a very healthy allowance.

They got out of bed. Breakfast had been served by her full time maid. Green tea because she was watching her skin. Bacon, sunny-side up eggs and french beans.

After they had eaten and Diana was sited on the living room flipping through movies on Netflix Mzee Ajabu was having a shower. He would have wanted her to be in there with her but he was insecure about his sagging skin and ageing testicles so he always said he needed to shower quickly and get to work.

While he showered he thought that he needed this small vacation, to be away from his family and his company to blow off some steam. He would be the better for it, he decided.

"Plan for a weeks vacation in the most luxurious hotel," he said while buttoning up his shirt. We leave in the evening. He closed the door and dissolved into his corporate life and left her smiling with her whole body.