The evil man and I episode 4 – 5

. THE EVIL MAN AND I
(A story full of lesson)

By: Pêrspy Snazzy Tonia ❣️

🤠 Chapter Four (4) 🤠

If anyone had told me that I was going to end up that evening at the Bishop’s place I would have brand such fellow as a prophet of doom. But here I was right in,side the Bishop’s cosy bed room, lying side by side with my supposedly spiritual father after a hot round of s€×. I cannot say precisely how it happened. What I know is that Bishop is a sweet talker and a smooth operator. He took me off my guards. As I stepped into his car that afternoon from the office, we did not go far when my Bishop started to work on me rom-ntically. First he told me to relax my nerves and be free with him. He asked me to accompany him to his office where he would pick up something for me to give to Mother Agnes. The next moment there was a sweet Melody of Marvin G-ye’s s€×ual Healing emanating from the CD speakers in the Bishop’s posh car. The in,side of the car was so powerfully conditioned that I nearly froze. When the Bishop noticed my state, he asked if he should reduce the AC. But out of shame, I told him I was okay with it. It became so chilling that mid way to his office, about two kilometers away, I could not open my mouth to utter a word. It became so chilling that I need warmth urgently. The Bishop would have known my state. I guess he set the car air conditioner at its highest so as to achieve his aim. He must have done that many times to different ladies.

He put his right palm on my left th-gh and started rubbing as if he was supplying the warmth I needed so badly at that particular time. He moved the hand to my groin and positioned it at the very s₱0t of my private part and started stroking it gently. When he noticed no resistance from me, he pulled up my dress, slipped his hand into my p-nts and began to car-ss my public hairs. I did not know when I spread my legs apart and pushed the Bishop’s hand further down so his fore finger could get in,side me. I scre-med in ecstasy there and then. This must be a s€×y Bishop, I had thought aloud as he pulled up in his garage at the Bishop House. His house maids welcome him and collected his handbag while the Bishop led the way to his study. The air conditioner in study was left on so the place was cold, just as the car.

“It’s cold here. Go in there and get some warmth.” The Bishop said pointing at the door, I directly stepped into the superb furnished bedroom which was crowned with a water bed. This man of God sure has taste, I thought.

That was how I walked into the s€×y arms of my Bishop and father in the Lord. 😥😥

We were still lying side by side in,side the cosy bedroom when we heard a hærd knock on the bedroom door. Before Bishop Chris could put on his boxer’s shorts, the door had swung open. Standing right there at the door post and staring at me was Mother Agnes.

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. THE EVIL MAN AND I
(A story full of lesson)

By: Pêrspy Snazzy Tonia ❣️

🤩 Chapter Five (5) 🤩
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The next day I couldn’t summon up enough courage to meet Mother Agnes at her quarters as usual before moving to the office cause shame was written all over me. We had not seen each other since the incident of the dialogue or explanations. The moment she opened the door and met me in Bishop’s bedroom, she had banged the door and stormed out. But His Grace, Bishop Chris, had assured me that he would protect me to the last.
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When I got to Mother Agnes’ office that morning, she was not on seat but she had asked her vice to deliver a letter to me. I was invited into the vice principal’s office situated next door.
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Mother Anthonia, a well cultured breed, had told me.
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“Well Sister Rita, Mother Agnes instructed me to give this to you”.
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She handed over an envelope to me.
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“All I can say is take heart, the Lord be with you”.
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Mother Agnes had terminated my appointment unilaterally. Without wasting time, I dashed out and picked a cab straight to Bishop House ( as the Diocesan headquarters was called)
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I was not allowed to see the Bishop as I was told he was holding a meeting with all Parish Priests. I was later to know that the Diocese had been upgraded to an archdiocese and subsequently, the Bishop automatically became an Archbishop. I returned to my quarters to see two security men of the school waiting for me outside. They had asked me to move out my belongings and turn in the keys-on the orders of the school principal. All my pleas for them to give me time fell on deaf ears. Before I knew it, they’d banged on the door and forcefully entered my apartment. They threw out all that belonged to me and changed the lock to the apartment.
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Why would Mother Agnes be so hærd on me? Were we no longer in a religious community? Did she need to be so draconian about the wh0le matter?
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I was still asking myself questions when behind me, a car pulled up, the driver signaled to me, I went to him. He asked me to pack my load into the Peugeot 505 Saloon he was driving. He identified himself as the Archbishop’s new driver, and that he was acting on the instructions of His Eminence.
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Within ten minutes, I was in a well furnished three bedroom apartment. The Archbishop had been waiting there to receive me. He apologized for all that I went through and said he was handling the matter his own way.
😂 Omo Bishop Chris want to handle this matter only him oooo, sha na the matter wey I want try help am settle 😂😂😂
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“Meanwhile, this is an apartment I’ve got for you”, he had said.
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Stay here and forget all about the convent and the school for now. I’ll take care of you.
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” But your Eminence……”
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” The oath? I know. We all took it. But the present circ-mstances require a little retreat the Archbishop said.”
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I obeyed him. Of course, I had no option. I remembered my background as an orphan. Where else would I go?
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For the next two months or so, I became the Archbishop’s resident mistress. I satisfied the insatiable desire of the s€×y Archbishop in the rented apartment.
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Meanwhile, news flew in that barely week after my sack, Mother Agnes had been derobed by the pontiff “For gross misconduct.” I thought with that development, the authorities would call me back to work, but that was not to be. It was then I knew that the Archbishop was behind the wh0le fracas. He wanted me to remain permanently outside the convent to satisfy him s€×ually. But we had not hear the last of Mother Agnes.
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T…B…C
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