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They say time goes by when you’re having fun, my time definitely went by while having a heart-warming conversation with my model shaped Aunty, saying that Clara was fun-to-be with was an understatement, we sat at the dining table gisting all day, it was a Saturday and I needed to use the weekend to get to know Clara more, at that point I had gotten over the whole episode which took place earlier that morning, although I could sense that she didn’t quite get over hers, probably the thought of what she saw poking out of my pyjama trousers, must have been the reason she laughed uncontrollably to my jokes which didn’t warrant that much laughter. Clara gave me her full profile, it was from this I got to know that she was just 29 years of age, she referred to herself as a civil servant albeit a business woman; she also owned a boutique which I also meted out from the conversation.
She narrated her family history, but funny enough I couldn’t pin point the part where she came to relate with my family, to become my Aunty, on asking her to explain her relationship with my dad and larger family, she smiled and said that the name ‘Aunty’ accorded to her was just ceremonial that she is just a close friend of the family, her mother was a close friend of my Aunty (My Dad’s sister), who was from Akpabuyo just like my Aunty; she then smiled some more and asked me if she was too young to be my real Aunty and I replied ‘yes, but not too young to be my Sugar mummy, she chuckled at the same time giving me a stern glance as if considering whether I was eligible enough to end up on her bed, she smiled some more, right after the glance and bite her lower lip sensuously as she looked away.I was starting to flirt with my new found family friend, and though I was a little bit perturbed by her response after my flirtatious act, I loved her all the same.
We were still on the dining table when her friends came and broke our addictive conversation, huddy made sure he gave them a warm welcome by barking noisily with its squeaky voice, huddy was a foreign breed dog popularly known as a Chihuahua, its breed originated in faraway Mexico but had since spread to the rest of the world, and purchased by anyone crazy enough to buy it. The dog was interestingly tiny, it stood at 6-10 inches (15-23cm) light brown in complexion, I was quite shocked when I learnt that this breed of dogs was sold by a dog vendor there in Abuja at a price of 120 thousand Naira, no wonder Clara cherished it like it was a child, feeding it with dog food that looked like corn flakes, which she bought and stocked in cartons, sometimes she even dressed it with colourful long sleeve tops, I often watched this sought of behaviour in movies, nonetheless it was funny to look at in reality.
Clara and her colleagues stayed for a considerable amount of time before they all went out, all the while I was busy talking to my folks at home about Abuja and how I was ferrying so far, and my dad being a leisure caller talked with me on the phone for what seemed to be forever, after we hung up my friends from Calabar almost immediately engaged my line and we spoke unending while I told them about my s*xy** Aunty, who I just discovered was nothing but a family friend, they jeered me on excitedly. It was after the call that I started to feel lonely and I realised that Clara didn’t really take me out of the house to the happening places in Abuja, for one I would have liked to club in the biggest night clubs there and if possible socialise and flirt with her high class friends, there was still possible time for that, after all this was just my second day in ABJ I consoled myself.
Clara’s friends were equally as eye catching as she was or even better; it was just that Clara had this sensuousness about her that made her beauty stand out.
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