Daniella – Episode 3

No abusive words  Episode 3    The real gist begins when I had my  third child – a boy. The second was  also a girl but she came after I had  turned 24 as I began finding it  difficult to conceive. But just after  her, the boy came, in exactly 3  years. They were all beautiful kids  and I always remain grateful for  them. However, it appeared as  though the coming of the third  would bring a lot of difficulty for  us. Chika was still working then  and was even doing some minnow  jobs during the weekends to see  that ends met. I too had to raise a  little stall just in front of our  shanty house where I sold locally-  made soaps I had produced  myself. When it began looking like  hawking the soaps was more  effective, I began doing so. But  this exposed me to a life I had  forgotten for a while. I began  mingling with men again and just  like before, I ended up putting up  little or no resistance and started  f—–g like some wild chicken all a  new. I was usually heavily filled  with c-m each time I returned  home since I would have bagged 2  or 3 mean dicks during the day  and even though Chika never  seemed to suspect anything, I was  soon attracting the suspicions of  neighbours. The only edge I had  was that these men usually  bought a great chunk of the trade  I visited them with, so was being  financially rewarded each time. More Interesting Stories On Topster Stories App  But this began gradually turning  ineffective immediately Darlington  our son was born. In fact, I soon  found myself visiting these men  without any reason other than to  f–k and even when I never got  money in return, I was still very  fine and satisfied. This was so bad  that when Chika announced to me  that we were going to move from  Lagos, I felt like a broken woman! I  was now a s–t! Simple!  We moved from Lagos to Abeokuta  in the coming months. Chike was  transferred to his office’s new  branch at the Ogun and given that  we never had much, it was always  going to be impossible for us to  stay apart. So we moved with him,  forcing the kids to change schools.  And this was where I met the  Johnsons. I hadn’t thought it was  going to be possible getting to  know people like that, but it  happened. It was just like every  other night. I had returned from  marketing some of my soaps (I  began the trade again) and met  Chike home quite early. After  serving him dinner and f—–g  ourselves silly, he told me he got  an offer from a friend. At first I  thought he was referring to a new  job offer which should of course be  superior to his, so began to adjust  to hear him out. But he didn’t say  so. He said instead a friend of his  in the office told him that their  Deputy Branch Manager, was in  need of a housekeeper. I didn’t get  the thing initially so I asked him if  he was interested, to which he  laughed and said yes but for me. I  got confused and asked him to  explain. So he explained that he  would want me to pick up the job  while he continued with his  driving role at his office. I wasn’t  exactly pleased as I felt the job  was the most demeaning I should  ever think of doing. But after he  narrated how good the potential  employer was, I decided to give it  a try. We were going to be given  an apartment within the Deputy  Branch Manager’s residency. And  all I was required to do was to  keep his home tidy while they paid  me. His wife was a nice woman so  was always available to cook for  the home.  To be continued..