THE AFFAIR

I didn’t mean for it to happen

But it did happen

He was fifteen years older

He was very cute

His marriage was troubled

It affected his work

One day, he graded me wrongly

When i went to him to have my work re graded

He looked at me

It was normal for a teacher to look at his student

But this look was different

It was lustful

He stared at my D cups which were fighting to pop out of my shirt

My D cups

The most attractive part of my body

He winked at me

He changed the 69 to an 89.

Then subsequently my C’s became A’s

He would grab me into the store room

And touch my breasts

I loved the sensation

He licked and sucked on my nipples so good

He would touch my “down there”

It became a daily routine and each day we added new adventures

We always prayed never to be seen as we entered the store room

We enjoyed pleasure for ten minutes or less, sometimes more

My moans of pleasure were usually muffled by the cup of his palm

My legs would become like jelly as the shook while he gave me pleasure

My classmates wondered how i got such good grades

i didn’t need to study

No matter what i wrote, i still scored better than them

i could not tell anyone

my conscience was dead too

as long as i enjoyed myself nothing else mattered.

One day mother nature caught up with me

My visitor didn’t come that month, and also the next month

I told him

He didn’t respond

the next day he didn’t touch me

The day after he avoided me

By the end of the week my grades slipped

I went from 99 to 89

From 89 to 79

My breasts were full

I began to fall asleep in my classes

I was always tired

He was no longer friendly

He embarrassed me in front of the class when my answers were incorrect

He scolded me for being tardy

One day i went back to his office,

He was not there

I decided to check the store room

He usually graded our papers there

Unannounced, i showed up to the store room

Bent on all fours was another young girl, just like me

She was in my class

I was shocked

I ran

I cried

All the way home

At night i cried

Next morning

I went back to school

To the class that now gave me misery

A big, burly woman in her sixties was in front of the board

I sat down and listened to her teach

after she left

I asked about him

He was shot

By the woman who loved him

THE 3 AM GUEST #2

I am not about to start that kind of life this year, my girl friends had no spending and also no drinking limits, I had resolved to taking a break from the kind of life that either leaves me broke or pushed out from a bar or night club in a wheel chair. In three months, I would turn thirty one and I had to really become about that adult life. I got into my bed and grabbed the remote control which was tucked in between my pillows. I decided to watch a movie on Netflix, I began to use my remote control to scroll through the recommendations, I also had to decide between comedy and drama. My phone began buzzing, it was my boyfriend who was out of town for work.

ME: Hey

HIM: Hey, what’s up, I haven’t heard from you all day.

ME: Sorry about that, I have had a busy day.

HIM: Same here, where are you?

ME:  I am at home in bed

HIM: You are not out with the girls?

I rolled my eyes, even Lawrence knew that on a Friday night, I would be out with my girls especially when he was not in town. Some nights I would drunk text or dial him all emotional or just plain telling me to come and take me home, by morning I would have forgotten about what happened the previous night and I would be filled with shame

THE 3 AM GUEST #1

I decided to call it a night at 10pm. I put on my pajamas and hair net, I took my ear rings off, wiped my make up off and at that point decided to wash my face, I decided to give it a good scrub with the facial scrub I had purchased from my co worker who was trying to make some side money to substitute her paycheck and also the child support check from her estranged husband. It was five dollars and she assured me that the ingredients which included coconut oil, honey, kefir, oatmeal , sea salt and sugar would do wonders for my skin. She had great skin but I was not sure if it was the ingredients she mixed up or if she was secretly using Lancôme or Estee Lauder.

On a Friday evening I was bound to go out with my girls just as I had planned to earlier on this evening when on the way home I checked my bank balance only to realize I had less than five hundred dollars. It was the middle of the month and I had to wait for sixteen days to get my salary. I had bills to pay and living on less than five hundred dollars a little over two weeks to the next paycheck would restrict my spending to an average of forty dollars a day