“The piano,” was all she said. “Yes,” Dapo was angry at her dullness, “That is the problem.” “No,” she answered, “Behind the piano, there is a small room. A corridor, really. They use it when...
Her hand shot out from where she knelt on the balcony and gripped his belt. He thought she might be trying to unbuckle it, but she merely used it to haul herself up to her knees. Then she was grabbing with eagerness, and adorable inexperience, at...
She continued in a burst as if she wanted to get it out before she changed her mind, “I am so fucking horny, Dapo. You interrupted my one moment of peace all week. Now you owe me.” She pulled herself up by his hand. Dapo was frozen. She...
He looked down on the congregation from his position above them. They were all listening intently to Pastor Ikechukwu. He seemed to have their attention, but Dapo found he tuned out as soon as he heard the voice. Organized religion just didn’t...
