Johnson’s Dickson – Episode 4
*JOHNSON’S DICKSON*
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Episode 4
I started work in a few weeks and
for the first time in my life, I had a
decent house for a home. It was
the bungalow behind the main
apartment and it was well
furnished. It was a pleasant
environment for the kids even
though the Deputy Branch
Manager who is actually Mr.
Johnson, did not have kids of their
age (his kids were grown and out
of home) thus keeping them
mostly indoors. It was a new
beginning for the family even
though Chike did not eventually
enjoy it as much as the rest of us,
given that he was soon transferred
back to Lagos, forcing him to now
spend the weekdays away but
usually return on weekends. The
Johnsons on their part were nice
people. In fact, I immediately
found out that they were very
religious. I was once told by a
friend who knew them well that
Mr. Johnson himself was a Deacon
while the wife headed a religious
group in their community. This
was further proven when I began
finding lots of religious books,
tracts and leaflets around the
house.
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They were absolutely the
calmest you could find.
The real looser was me. Chike was
now a predictable presence and
how much hurt that did to my
libido and sexual urge! I have
come to be a highly sexual woman.
And even at this point, I still do
unbelievable thing s to have sex! I
still read dirty books and watch
loads of p–n! I involve in sex chats
every night and would grab a f–k
anywhere I can find a good one.
And all these began becoming
even more evident while I was at
the Johnsons. In fact, despite how
much respect and adoration I had
for Mr. Johnson, I still occasionally
fantasized about him. While this
could be called wicked given that
his wife was also in the same
compound with us, it was just only
worse because of the absence of
my ever-able Chike. Mr. Johnson
was good to me generally. He
accepted the wage I requested for
with no argument. He also offered
to fund the schooling of my young
son all through to college and did
the most by getting me to finish
schooling myself. In few weeks
after my arrival I began a part-
time program that would last for 3
years and he was funding it right
from his purse. He was an
extremely good man and given
that he was just over 50 and of
good manners, he easily appeared
like a father to my family.
But….that was never going to
hide one fact. He was a very very
handsome man! Well built and tall.
His very light-skin was a fair
contrast to mine and that of Chike.
His baritone voice was an ice-
breaker and his ever intimidating
aura of confidence was always
enough to melt any heart. My
getting to know him was what
began bringing out my old pride
and arrogance. Suffering and
poverty had suppressed this part
of me causing me to ignore how
wonderfully beautiful I was made.
But after a few months with the
Johnsons, I found myself getting
as haughty as ever! I would
address people anyway I liked and
never batted a lid. But despite all
these, I still felt my legs weaken
whenever, I was in contact with
Mr. Johnson. What I dreaded most
was looking like it was going to
happen, deacon or not.
Tbc
