Monday 25 July 2016

The Kiss

He walked into the room confidently. If he was going to pay, then he wanted the best service. She took one glance at him and told him to lie on the bed.

What cheekiness, he thought to himself. He looked at the bed. It was tall and strong but had enough room for just one person. He shrugged. The sooner he got this done, the better for both of them.

She walked to the entrance of the room and closed the door. She then proceeded to peal off her sweater as she walked closer to the bed.

He was getting impatient. His friend's experience was a "touch and go"; why is his different? Maybe because he knew her personally. Although he knew it wasn't going to change anything.

"Your trouser", she said, interrupting his thought. Finally, they were getting somewhere, he thought to himself as he began to unbuckled his belt

Her soft hands touched his buttock cheek and and then he felt the kiss. The kiss of the syringe's needle...

He left the clinic feeling relived. His niece, who doubles as a nurse in the hospital had injected him with something to treat his his malaria while he was asked to take drugs to complete the treatment.



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