The Black Sheep VIII.

I pondered long and hard on the implications I just heard. How many more people would have noticed my closeness to Ada.
When I got home, Ada and I spoke very briefly and didn't talk again that night.

The next day at work turned out a little dramatic. Sometime in the afternoon, I had sent a BBM chat message to ask how the day fared. No response.
An hour later had gotten me wondering a bit. I was to later hear Ada was in a meeting with the MD and in a short while, heads of departments were in for a meeting. There had been an unusual case of in-subordination. Not very heard of in the relatively compact company.
Mercy had deliberately disobeyed an instruction from her boss.

I didn't get to read nor hear from Ada the whole day, so I stopped dialling. A few minutes to close of day, a message came in. It was from Ada, asking
"Are you busy this evening?"
"Not if you tell me why you went all AWOL on me"
"When we see"
"Where?"
"African Buka. 6."

I got there a bit earlier and got a drink. She would arrive minutes later, after 6. She looked stressed and a bit emotional. So I decided not to push because I know at some point we will get around to talking about it. Neither did I pretend not to have heard the whispers in the office.
We started off to a slow chat. She wasn't much fun and looked like there was really much on her mind.
"We could talk about it when you're ready" I said
She looked at me a few seconds and looked away. Then nodded.
"I feel like a drink. Do you mind?"
"No" I replied
I thought she really needed it bad.

We left for the place around Afariogun street in her estate. It hadn't been much fun neither. So I suggested she went home and refreshed and could join me in about an hour. I would wait for her.
She agreed but when she got up to go, like a second thought, she asked a sarcastic humour
"Are you sending me off so you can meet with one of your numerous chicks?" She joked
I laughed
"Are you jealous?" I asked.
"I would expect a more civil way of telling me you want to meet with someone than attempting to trick me away" she said.
Some humour she got.
"Then by all means, you are welcomed to stay"
"If I went, what would you be doing?" She started again.
"Waiting for you"
"I don't want you waiting for me"
Women. Go, its wahala. Stay, still wahala.
Hmmm. So she wanted me to come along. To her house? Wow. Okay.

Her place was a bit cozy. She lived in a two bedroom. The furnishings were really warm and showed some taste. Expectedly.
She had a huge collection of movies. She asked what I'd take and went into what must be her kitchen. I went to the CDs and realised there were audio too.
She returned.
"Is the player okay?"
"Yes"
I push the 'Open' button and inserted Anita Baker's 'Rythm Of Love' album and the first song started. She handed me a canned Guiness and was drinking Smirnoff herself. We talked and laughed a bit. Clearly, she wasn't much of herself today. She didn't talk much. Nor laughed much. But she seemed relaxed. She had taken off her jacket.
But when the third song began, Ada seemed to be in rythm with it. Maybe the song meant something to her and out of nowhere when I wasn't expecting her to start
"Mercy is becoming a real menace. She getting too crude."
I didn't say a thing. I just allowed her pour her mind out.
She told me of how she had, up to a point, had to put up with Mercy's approach to doing things. She's either trying to cut corners or doing something outright silly. She told me of an issue when she had been on leave the previous year, Mercy had connived with someone in Accounts to defraud the company. When she returned and noticed it, she had asked but no satisfactory answer had been given. The MD had asked her for explanation as to the money and she had just said things that made her sound silly.

Mercy is ambitious. Over ambitious, actually. Very noticeable, she wasn't even doing a good job at masking it. But challenging one's boss isn't always a very wise thing to do because even if you were right and your boss goes away, your next boss will be suspicious of you and in fact, your subordinates will make you a victim of your own standard.

On this issue, two people had wanted the premiums they pay for life policies to be deducted from their salaries before it is being taxed. The Accounts section had forwarded it to HR to acknowledge. Ada had asked her to wait a bit and see if they could confirm details of the insurance policy and how if relates to the firm's employment and insurance policies. Instead, Mercy signed it on. She hadn't even known until the Head of Accounts had met her on the staircase and had noted that he had expected to see her own signature.
That was a silly move by Mercy, if you ask me.

Well, by the time she finished the story, I saw something in Ada that might hold true for most women in demanding positions of authority. They may act strong outside, really, inside they are still the emotional beings they are. A mixed feeling of anger and something else I couldn't place poured from Ada, and maybe she hadn't even noticed I had moved close to her by now. Because when I put my hands around her, she swallowed.
All I could whisper was
"Its alright... Its alright..."
And maybe that added to her emotions as Anita Baker rendered her music with so much soul.

I would hold her like that for the next five minutes. Just there, doing but else but holding her. After a while, the emotions seemed to have waned off, she gently and very calmly broke free from the cuddle.
"That was soothing, thanks" as she adjusted herself.
"I think you should have a shower, eat something and rest a little. We'd talk when I get home"
We chatted a little more and I got up to go. She led the way to open the door for me while I came behind her.
Mehnn!!! Oh boy!

Ada's asss needs to be commended. Viewing it from the back, it was round and thick. She had taken off her jacket so I could see the type of asss she had. You know, those types that start at the lower back. And I could sense it would even be bigger when seen in a tighter skirt than the loose fitting one Ada always wore.
Still, her hips shares some of those flesh, protruding. Sideways in a very sexy curve down her thighs. Full laps. This was not fat. No. This was pure raw meat. My Johnny-T began to rise at the sight. The analysis of the vision in my head was making my rod harden faster.
And she walked to the door, things got harder under my trousers. Her huge asss was rolling up and down in a very seductive manner. There was this urge to hold her from the back and feel the inspiration emanating from the rolling of the calabash.
Mehn! One needs to kabash not to fall into the temptations of this calabash.

Back home, my mind and the whole of my body was fixated on the visions I had seen on Ada. Ada had a very huge ikebe. No wonder she always wore loose fitting dresses. Even on friday, she'd not wear what will make eyes see.
I was turning and turning on my bed, restless. I thought to call her like I had said earlier but if I called Ada in this mood I am, I go dey jabo, dey yarn okpata. I go just dey mis-yarn. And I didn't want to furk-up and spoil my chances of hitting the core. But that heavy nyansh I saw was what an IT person might call 'Dual Core'. And yes, it was making my rod hardcore.

I didn't know when I drifted off to sleep. For all I know sef, by the time I was having all these thoughts, I was dreaming...




 Sex means different things to different people. For some who savour the beauty of this awesome activity as an expression of love, its love making. To the player, its only a recreational sport.
For Stag, its something special, something purifying. Imagine two bodies, mind and soul fused into one, communicating on a plane only the two can understand, the feeling is something incomprehensible except you have made love in that steamy passionate sense. Its uplifting, an art of the ingenuity of nature.
This was how on the day we made love, Ada redefined love making.


After that night, days rolled into weeks and then months. Ada and I grew into a tight bond. By now, I knew so much about her background, family, her growing up etc. Almost everything that went on in her life, I knew. Her neighbours, friends and even things that happen in her church. She had known my place and had come twice. Two short visits. She had grown very comfortable with me. We were close.

And yes, Mercy remained a menace.

Myself and the MD had a good relationship too. Very cordial and I was careful not to do something silly nor abuse the way he took me.
Mr Williams too was a great guy to work with. In no competition with anyone, we'd drink and hang out together. And while he had many of his lady-friends, I was never forward to want to lay any of them. Even when he introduced and urged me on, I declined. If I did, the way we related would become flawed. And over the time, he had come to develop some kind of respect for me, even though I was not his level. But he knew I had restraints. Same restraint I had noticed in him...
'Cos Real Recognise Real.

Work, work and Ada made my life some fun in those times. Ada showed care and love. She looked forward to me, I could see. We went out a lot. To beaches, malls, cinemas, sometimes as boring as public lectures she got invited to. Ada had some powerful friends too. Yet, her humility was profound.

Then came Christmas, then came the night...

The company always had series of events for Christmas. Sharing of gifts, end of the year party and awards night.
The sharing of gifts was a nice gesture to each other. Names are written on small folded pieces of paper and put in a bowl. Each person picks a name from the bowl, buys a gifts, wraps and puts it under the lit Christmas tree by a corner in the office. On the last day of work for the year, there's a little merry. And everyone goes to pick whichever has their names on it. Nobody knows who gave which gift.
At a later date, there's an end of year party and award night managed by events planners and held away from the office premises, at event centres. Clients, prospecting clients, acquaintances are invited. Members of staff also comes with their family and friends.
We all warmed up to that day and when the D-Day arrived, I wore a new black suit I had bought for the occasion.
The MD was looking great in a tuxedo, with his bow tie. He had come alone because his family went on vacation to Paris. He had even driven himself. Although he looked really nice, I just never understood that concept of a bow tie! Wtf?!
Well, it was his day so he had to look all nice to impress.
All eyes may have been on him until this stunning lady appeared at the entrance and all eyes glowed in her beauty! It was Ada!!!
Ada was smashing hot! She looked somewhat like a goddess. She was in a black gown. Her ears, neck and wrists were adorned with silver. In her characteristic light make up and natural hair, her skin glowed under the well illuminated room, this lady definitely stole the night! And she had come alone.
I smiled wit pride.
She took a seat among the Heads who sat by the MD.

The evening went on well. There was a lot of merry, eating, drinking, dancing and laughter. There was wine, canned beer and the MC was hilarious! After the serious part, people could be seen socialising, drinking, talking and laughing. I didn't drink alcohol at all. It was my first time at an event with this company and didn't want to misbehave at all. I could get high and go toast someone I shouldn't. Lol. Throughout the hall people were in circles, talking. Colleagues introduced their families and friends to one another and had small chats, standing in circles.
Ada had won an award. The best Head of Department. Worth celebrating and yes, it was well celebrated.

I was standing with Ada and two other people, having fun when a colleague came to tap me that the MD asked for me to come. I wondered what he wanted to see me for.
When I got to him, he asked if I could take him home. He explained he wasn't much of a drinker and the little he had taken was beginning to take a toll on him. One glance at him, clearly, he had had a bit too much to drink. Quietly, we left the hall, not telling anybody.
I didn't know where he lived, so he described. We got in. A Range Sport is definitely some beast on wheels. I drove him home. He sat in front with me, at least I wouldn't look like a driver. I was a bit uncomfortable though, not knowing what to say. But by the time I even left the event centre, he had dozed off. He was really exhausted and drunk!
By the time, I got to the gate of the estate he lived, the security guys would want to know where I was going before they opened the gate, but as I made to tap him, the gate began to open wide. I shrugged, they must know who it was by the SUV alone, I guess.
I had to tap him up, although drowsiness wasn't letting him be, he described the way to his house. Once the horn sounded, his gates opened and I dropped him. He got down and staggered to the door so I went to help him in. He had workers on duty to assist him so I decided to leave.
I had to walk all the way back to the estate gate, once out, I took a taxi back.

Ada had called when she noticed I wasn't anywhere to be found. So I explained to her and she waited for me. By the time I returned, the event was gradually winding down.
I met Ada with a glass of Chadonnay. She seemed excited when she saw me and we decided to leave.
"Just follow me, no questions"
"Yes His Imperial Majesty" she laughed
Tables had drinks on them, many still not opened. I grabbed a bottle of wine from a nearby table as we made to leave.
"You're using me to do yeye, abi?"
"Do yeye ke?, I'm a loyal subject o" she laughed hysterically.

Hmmm... Tonight, my Royal Wand of Wonders was ready for some action tonight!

Outside, she hadn't parked too far from me. We backed out into the road, I was in front and without much ado, we headed to my place...