Dial episode 3 – 4

DIAL

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Sequence 3

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So that was my life, basically.

A handsome young man whose father had left him with millions.

I knew how badly my father had had it in life, and how he had sweated to make it. Thus, it was important to me that I kept my Dad’s legacy blazing.

I studied hærd, and when I took over the companies, the general perception had been that I would leave the running to the old hawks my father had appointed.

Nope. I got into the core of the business, and where I s₱0tted corruption I laid them off pronto!

Some of my father’s managers thought I was young and inexperienced so they could throw fast and illegal manoeuvres into the system and get away with it. Well, I found out, and booted them out.

The perception then changed: they now said I was going to run the companies into the ground and ruin them.

Wrong!

I cracked the wh¡p where it was needed, praised where it was needed, and surrounded myself with a dedicated group that knew they could trust me…and we expanded, and we made more money.

BIKO AND SON grew huge.

So I had no care in the world, and didn’t trust any woman really, no.

My mother tried to make us smoke the peace pipe, and make up for lost time. She was genuinely remorseful, yes, and I was convinced about that. Trouble was, it came too late! I felt nothing for her because each time I saw her she reminded me of the pain my old man went through in life.

My mother had remarried somewhere along the line, to a man from a good background and a respectable industrialist. It seemed that somewhere along the line the two families joined their companies together. My mother gave birth to two children, both female, incidentally. Well, I monitored that great company that belonged to the families of my mother and her husband.

The company was in trouble and facing liquidation, and so I formed a shadow financial company and supported them with loans…huge loans.

Two years after my father’s death the company was having its Annual General Meeting when I showed up. They owed me so much money that I virtually owned the Company!

That night was one of the best nights!

When my mother saw me she was thrilled! She thought I had forgiven her and gone back to her for some motherly love!

Well, I just told them who I really was, and how they owed me their livelihood. I told them that I was the son of the man they rejected, and if it took my fancy, I would yank the rug from under their feet!

My grandfather, my mother’s father, almost had a heart attack with shock alone! It served him right; he deserved it!

My grandmother, one of my s€× slaves, stared at me and shed the greatest tears. It was a horror for her! She was convinced I had planned it all, even making love to her. She could not be convinced that it had been a co-incidence.

I left that meeting grinning from ear to ear, knowing that they were in my palm, and I could squeeze them dead anytime I wanted!

They would now live in great fear, dreading the day I would come and threaten them and actually mess them up.

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I had the looks, and I had the money; I could’ve filled that DIAL list faster if I had wanted to, but I didn’t want just any girl.

It was the thrill that I craved; I wanted to pursue, to conquer and to fill the list.

The h-rder the target, the better. In a way that DIAL list was a quality list. The ladies on it ranged from singles to married to young to old. They had one thing in common though: they were all pretty beautiful and hot!

A few had been the spur-of-the-moment kind of fling, like my grand-mother. Most, however, had been classic women who had given me a run for my money. Some had believed they could never be played.

Well, I played them, and had them.

Two years on after my father’s death, I was on Number 44 on the DIAL list.

The girl I wanted to fill that slot was called Bajoe.

She was a Krobo girl, as radiant as the dawn of day.

She was tall, fair, royal and curved out just right.

Actually, she was the associate partner of a law firm that was trying to drag us down for a business deal we had with one of associate partners.

The old man that owned the business didn’t play fair, and sought to pull a fast one on me. I was smarter, though, and turned the tables on him. In the process he lost his business, and I took over. He went to the lawyers who slapped us with a lawsuit.

They sent Bajoe over to see if a deal could be worked out.

From the moment she entered my office I knew I wanted her on the list.

She was cold, and a true professional. She had had her fill of men, and was now concentrating on building her career. Bajoe told me, straight off, that if I had other ideas I should forget it because she was never going to sleep with me.

I had heard that before, and so I set out to charm her.

Three months down the line she was still not on the list. I wasn’t flustered though; the thrill of the chase intrigued me, and I stuck to it with tenacity.

She was a staunch Christian, and she kept inviting me to her church. She told me point blank that if I would have any meaningful relationsh¡p with her, as I was claiming, then I needed to be in her church.

According to her, she had stopped seeing non-believers because she knew that had only one interest: get between her thighs! If I really wanted to commit, then she would only let me have her if we got married. So I had that option to be with her in church. When I was committed enough, and still wanted her, then she would marry me, and then I could have her.

My father hadn’t been a religious man, and so I had never really been to church, but I wanted her fiercely, because she had stretched me too far. It was all part of the chase, part of the thrill, and so I finally acquiesced, and one Sunday in the third month of knowing her, I followed her to the BARE LIGHT INTERNATIONAL CHURCH.

The church was an incredible edifice, built with finesse and with stunning architectural beauty. It looked more like a city on its own once we went through the main gates.

The car port was filled.

I was taken through a series of initiation when Bajoe introduced me to some of the church leaders.

They made me fill some extensive form which I just scribbled on without actually reading the wording.

Finally, I met the man who founded the BLIC.

He was an astute European, quite aged but sprightly, with a firm handshake and piercing blue eyes, and as he spoke to me he made references to the form I had filled earlier. He was wearing an all-white gown, and he asked me a series of questions whilst Bajoe sat beside me with a radiant smile on her face.

The Founder was called Duke Grayhem, but his title was LIGHT.

Evidently, whereas some took Bishop, Apostle, Evangelist and other great-sounding titles, LIGHT was the highest title of honour here.

Light Grayhem nodded finally and said indeed he could see the glory of God in me, and so I could join the Main Lighters congregation!

Bajoe was ecstatic as she walked with me down a splendidly lit corridor.

“Wow, Yao, this is an honour!” she said with unfeigned delight. “He accepted you straight into the Main Lighters Congregation! That is reserved for top Lighters, those who really understand the calling! Oh, my love! Sorry I doubted you! Indeed, you and I shall be a couple!”

Well, I didn’t know what the hell they were talking about because I wasn’t going to stay in any Main congregation. I was just there to crank her thighs open, take a dip, and go my way! But if getting into that Main Lighters Congregation could get her so excited, then so be it!

We were ushered into a glass-panelled peaceful reception where I was expected to pay a Congregation Fee in honour of the Supreme Light, God the Father.

I gave them a cheque with a handsome amount that made their eyes bulge.

Next, before I knew it, I was ushered into another room with Bajoe going another way.

“I’ll see you in Congregation soon, Yao,” she whispered excitedly, and then she was gone.

A young man in the room told me that service would start soon so I should take a bath. He was there to assist me.

“I took a bath before I came,” I informed her with a little uneasy smile on my face. He looked stonily at me.

“You must bath in the Purified Light Water, please,” he said calmly. “In there, please.”

I didn’t want to argue, and so I nodded and entered the room he indicated.

There was a huge bath filled with some slight bluish water, and which seemed to be bubbling. There were mirrors and towels, but no sponge or soap.

I took off my clothes and slipped into the water.

It was amazingly lukewarm, perfumed and quite pleasant.

I soaked in it for a few minutes, enjoying the car-ss of the special Purified Light Water.

When I came out I dried myself and…

My clothes were not where I had left them!

I looked all around, but my clothes were gone!

Had the boy taken them? What was happening here?

I wound one of the white towels around my wa-ist and went to the outer room, and found that the boy was waiting patiently…and he was stark unclad!

Now that wasn’t funny one bit.

“My clothes,” I said softly. “Where are my clothes?”

He looked at me, and I had the palpable feeling that this particular young man didn’t like me one bit.

“We are late for service, please,” he said in his totally cultured voice. “Your clothes have been taken to the Apple Room, where all sin began. From now on you must go to service in the form the Supreme Light, God the Father, created you.”

I looked at him, and then I giggled.

“Wait a second,” I said softly. “You mean unclad?”

“Not unclad, sir,” he replied with the patience of an adult toward a troublesome child. “Bare. Please, drop your towel and follow me.”

I didn’t know what to think.

For a moment I thought I was dreaming, that this was some kind of mad joke.

The young man walked to the end of the room and drew the heavy curtains aside, and then he opened the glass windows.

I found myself staring into a huge auditorium.

It was a glass dome of some sort with huge white curtains from ceiling to floor. At the far end of the auditorium was a raised podium.

There was no chair in the auditorium, but there were artificial plants and flowers, giving it a very beautiful and ethereal look. There were even statues designed to look like real animals: lions, snakes, and even elephants!

And then I saw it…

At the far end, up on the podium, were the words:

THE SECOND GARDEN OF EDEN: OUR BARE LIGHTERS.

The auditorium was filled with men and women. They all looked extremely happy as they greeted each other and hugged with great happiness.

And they were all stark unclad!

It hit me again…

THE BARE LIGHT INTERNATIONAL CHURCH…

Bare!

I was so shocked that I could barely move even when the young man gestured at me frantically to move forward.

And then Bajoe appeared at the entrance…completely unclad!

Her pub-c hair was shaved, and as she stood there smiling demurely at me, I marvelled at how incredible she looked! Her rounded thighs, exquisite h¡ps, proud br-asts with their extra huge n-pples, her protruding behind!

I swallowed painfully as she trotted toward me with an incredible smile of happiness on her face, and threw her arms around me.

“Oh, Yao Biko!” she whispered. “I’m so happy today! Come, the service is about to start! Come and meet some of my favourite Lighters!”

She took hold of the towel and pulled it off around me, and then she took my hand and dragged me into that crazy auditorium which was filled with so many unclad women!

There were br-asts of all sizes, shapes and postures around me!

There were great and sagging buttocks around me! Thighs, h¡ps, bellies, and butts! I moved forward slowly, smiling a plastic smile!

Women were bending here and there, presenting their great behinds and that place of place clearly outlined under their buttocks…shaved, some hairy, so incredibly fractious and torturous to me!

I was breathing hærd, and there was sweat on my face even though the air-conditioner was on!

There were unclad men around too with their various limp hammers. Men of all ages and sizes, but I barely saw them.

My eyes were fixed on the women as I ogled them, revelling in this child’s fantasy, so delightfully shocked that I could not believe my own eyes.

It took a moment for me to realize that Bajoe had slowly stepped away from me and was looking at me with very pained eyes.

And then it dawned on me that everybody was staring at me.

All the men and women…

They were looking at me with stunned shock, as if I had done something abominable and heinous! Some of the women were holding their faces with sickened shock and stunned incredulity.

Light Duke Grayhem moved forward toward me and looked at me with distressed shock.

“Oh, you little sick soul!” he muttered with great disappointment.

For a moment I couldn’t understand why they were so chagrined.

But there was one smallish elderly woman, dark-complexioned with sloping br-asts and close-cropped hair dotted with many strands of grey, who was looking at me with not so much horror.

She was not looking at my face though, but at my loins.

I looked down suddenly, following her line of sight…

And then I saw that I was s₱0tting an er-ction!

I was so completely ar-used that my rod was even leaking a little bit of clear semen, the colourless sticky type that normally came out before ejaculation.

Oh, dear…

DIAL

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Sequence 4

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The dark-complexioned elderly woman moved away with a little shake of her head.

I stared at Bajoe, and she looked so hurt that tears shimmered in her eyes.

Light Duke Grayhem shook his head at me, complete revulsion on his face.

“You’re such a bad apple, a snake befitting Lucifer!” he said in a ridiculously savage voice. “Your body has not seen the light!”

I was kinda getting angry at this juncture, and I glared defiantly at him.

“Really? You believe so?” I asked, exasperated. “I thought I was coming to church, a normal church, and here I am, surrounded by a host of normal woman. What the hell did you expect to happen?”

“Oh, shut up, you infidel, you snake!” Light Duke Grayhem exploded. “You checked the box on the form you filled, right here, look! You checked the box that you’re an enlightened lighter!”

He shoved the form in my face, that bunch of stupid paper I had filled initially.

“That doesn’t mean crap, Lightening!” I said, and that seemed to incur the ire of many present because they all shouted in unison.

“Light!”

“Oh, whatever!” I said with a toss of my hand. “I didn’t even read that sheet much! D–n, I didn’t know what enlightened lighter meant! I thought it just meant I believed in God! I didn’t know I was gonna get unclad and walked around in some d–n artificial garden with unclad women all around me!”

“You’re sick, Yao Biko!” Bajoe shot in then, absolutely hurting. “I thought I could trust you! You seemed so different! Tell me, who made you get an er-ction? Which of the women here ar-used you this much?”

I looked at her, absolutely incredulous.

“Jeez, Baj!” I cried, surprised. “Who made me get stiffy? I wish I could say it was you, but you know I’ll be lying! You brought me to a roomful of unclad women parading around and you ask me who gave me a stiffy?”

“You sick bastard!” Bajoe scre-med at me. “More than half these women are married, and their husbands are here!”

“I don’t know that!” I said, almost shouting myself. “To me they are just unclad women bending and posturing and doing their d–n stuff and as a normal man I hit a stiffy without even knowing it! How could you men stand a sight like this and remain so d–n unaffected?”

Light Duke Grayhem held out his right arm, and Bajoe ran to him, and he held her with a paternal love and patted her shoulders.

“It’s alright, my dear,” he said in a kind voice. “He didn’t deserve you anyway. He’s just cad, a d–n snake! Get out of my sight, Mr. Yao Biko!”

“I aim to do just that as soon as somebody shows me my d–n clothes!”

“Jojo!” Light Duke Grayhem shouted, and the young man who had attended to me trotted forward and bowed his head with reverence.

“I’m available, Light of my Light!” he said.

“Take this fool to the Apple Room and get him his clothes!”

“Yes, Light of my Light.”

Light Duke looked at me with scorn and absolute contempt.

“Get out of here, you snake!”

I was now quite mad at him, and I pointed a stiff finger at him.

“You’re the d–n snake, you fool!” I said, and there was a collective gasp of horror all around me, and I saw some huge muscular men suddenly moving toward me, and my heart flipped once with sudden fear.

“Let him be,” Light Duke Grayhem said, waving his hand dismissively, and the men moving towards me stopped with stony looks of anger on their faces. “He’s just an insignificant little fool.”

“You cut that crap out!” I said, stung by his scornful dismissal of me. “You’re being a hypocrite! In fact, you’re being gender biased here! I got an er-ction and so I’m a snake? How about the women? Do you know how many women here were also turned on by the sight of my stiffy?”

The women scre-med and blabbered in a unified babble of chagrin and fury, their faces hot and furious at me, but Light Duke held up a hand, and there was silence.

“They’re not snakes like you, you idiot!” he said.

“How do you know?” I asked, intrigued. “We men get ar-used, you easily see because of our er-ctions. But how do you tell when the women get ar-used? Do you go round dipping a finger into each of them to find out who’s w-t?”

This time the Duke could not restrain them.

The scre-ming women jostled me and pushed me, and one or two even slapped me in the frenzy of the moment, I guess.

The men joined in, and they pushed and heckled me quite roughly, pushing me toward the entrance, all the time scre-ming and shouting in one mad melee of emotion.

I guess my words had hit home to some of them.

Anyway, I found myself out on the corridor, my wh0le body tingling with the way they had mishandled me. As I turned for one final look, I saw Bajoe in the distance with tears still shining on her cheek.

Ah, well…win some, lose some!

I followed the young man called Jojo down a couple of stairs and down some corridors, and as he walked in front of me with that tiny wa-ist of his and that flat unclad buttocks I felt the urge to give him a really hefty kick in the butt for no apparent reason at all.

Soon we approached a huge door at the end of a corridor, and above it were the words:

APPLE ROOM, WHERE ALL SIN BEGAN.

The boy opened it, and I found myself in another corridor.

The right led to the women apple room, and the left to the men apple room.

We took a left turn and eventually came to several doors.

Jojo pointed to one door marked visitors.

“Your clothes are in there, sir,” he said with a dark look on his face, a look that said he hated me infernally. “You’re the only visitor today, and so your clothes would be the only one there.”

I didn’t say anything as he turned and walked away.

I opened the door and entered.

It was a huge room with rows of wardrobes, rows of mirrors, and another door that led to a washroom.

The wardrobe doors were made of glass, and so I saw my clothes hanging neatly in the extreme wardrobe.

Angrily I moved to it, pulled the door open, and then I suddenly saw a movement to my left and I turned.

I gave a short scre-m of fear when a face suddenly poked out around the edge of the wardrobe!

And then she stepped out quickly.

“Hush, hush, please!” she said.

It was the elderly woman, the dark-complexioned one with the strands of grey, the one who had stared at my er-ction with something close to reverence!

I remembered her now, remembered how she had quickly moved away from me.

She was nervous now, and rubbing her hands together anxiously, perspiration all over her face, her eyes fixed greedily on my now limp appendage.

“I a-am so-sorry!” she whispered, almost breathless. “I di-didn’t me-mean to scare y-you please. Ju-just that I a-am so con-confused. You see, I haven’t seen one since 1982.”

I was puzzled, and I frowned a bit.

“Haven’t seen what, ma’am?”

She was furiously embarrassed, and could barely look me in the eye.

“An er-ction,” she whispered, now scratching her hair in an agitated manner.

It dawned on me then, and without meaning to I chuckled, and she also chuckled, finally looking at me.

“You haven’t seen an er-ction since 1982?” I asked, striving to stop myself from laughing, and she nodded her head vigorously.

“Yes, yes,” she said. “That was the last time my husband had an er-ction, 31 December, 1982.”

“Why?” I asked, intrigued. “He had a disease or something?”

“No,” the lady said. “They appointed him as New Light of the Bare Light International Church, and he ceased to have er-ctions. I think it is because er-ctions are seen mostly as sinful, needed only to procreate, and since we knew I couldn’t get pregnant, it was not necessary anymore.”

“Oh,” I said and nodded. “Unnecessary er-ction of the Bare Light.”

She looked at me, and then at my limp appendage, and I doubted if she had heard my silly little statement.

“I really didn’t miss it much,” she whispered. “I wasn’t unfaithful to him, but when I saw…yours…”

I nodded again as her voice trailed off.

“You realized you hadn’t seen one since 1983,” I said.

“Not 83,” she said, running her hands across her tummy. “1982. I hadn’t seen one since 1982. Can I…Please, can I….to-touch it, please?”

I smiled mischievously, suddenly getting excited.

I had wanted Bajoe to be Number 44 on the DIAL List, and had planned for it, but providence had a different path. It seemed I was here now. This woman was elderly, but quite beautiful and rounded, still curvy, still beautiful in a sultry s€×y kind of way.

And she hadn’t been near one since 1982.

Well, kindness was the virtue of every gentleman…and if anything, I believed myself to be a perfect gentleman.

“You can play with it, ma’am,” I whispered.

She licked her l-ips, looking very excited now, her br-asts rising and falling with the increase of her lustful vibes.

She took stumbling steps forward, as if she were afraid my lieutenant might vanish. That sweet lady dropped to her knees in front of me and her hands gripped my wa-ist. She was unbelievably strong, I realized, as she jerked my wa-ist forward and rubbed her cheeks along that thing she hadn’t seen risen since 1982.

When she put her l-ips on me it was bliss.

This elderly woman knew her business, by jove, and within a minute she had me strongly agitated in the right kind of way.

“Oh!” she whispered in awed tones as she leaned back with a look of sheer bliss on her face just staring at that hammer of Thor. For a moment, I began to wonder if she just wanted to see it er-ct since she had not seen an er-ct one since 1982.

I needn’t have worried though. She got down on her hands and knees and turned that sizeable roundness toward me. It wasn’t bad for an elderly woman, though. The skin was still tight, the sight still amazing.

There never had been any sight more beautiful than a woman bent over, yes, and that was one undebatable ass**tion of mine. I dropped to my knees and went back a bit, bending low and trying to stick a tongue in there, you know, to w-t her up a bit seeing she was a bit elderly and all that, and I didn’t want to hurt her if she was a bit dry, which most of them were.

She looked over her shoulder and saw what I was trying to do.

“No, no, no!” she whispered fiercely, her voice agitated. “We don’t have the wh0le day! Do me now, please do me now!”

Well, if that was what she wanted…

I reared up then and positioned up behind her, and d–n me to hell if she weren’t more than ready! I had never experienced such a smoother entry, graced with warmth and tightness…no dryness in sight!

She would not allow me to work, no way!

She was like a tigress!

The muscles on her back clenched and unclenched as she moved back and front, back and front, thr-sting with feverish dedication, taking my breath away and d–n if she didn’t surprise the living bejezoz outta me!

This was what it was supposed to be!

This was a pro, darn!

Well, it seemed she wasn’t getting the maximum fill-up she wanted, and so she moved away, ejecting me with a muted plopping sound, and then she turned and pushed me almost savagely on the floor!

She stood up, and I looked past all that expanse of sweet rounded thighs, deep wa-ist, amazing curves of the h¡ps, those firm gently-sloping br-asts, and I exhaled with an agitation of my own.

She put a foot on each side of me, and I watched that entrance of Jupiter coming down, down, down and she held my straight dangler and guided herself on top of it.

Then began the madness!

Jeeeeeeeezoz!

She went so hærd and so fast I was scared she was going to hurt one of us! I was finally convinced that indeed, she might not have seen one since 1982.

She was a beast! She gripped my chest and swung in all directions…straight down, sideways winding, circular oscillation, scissoring brandishing!

That woman was bad, oh man!

So there we were, galloping away, and she had me bubbling pleasantly as I put my hands underneath my head.

“Nononononono!” she said, so fast that it sounded like one word. “Hold my butt, goddamn you, squeeze my buuuuuttttts!”

Wow!

Darn!

Well, madam had commanded so I reached out and grabbed her twins grinders in my hands hærd.

“Yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesyes!!” she cried.

And it was around that time that the door opened, and my heart went cold because I did not know who had just come in.

A moment later I knew.

“Mrs. Kaklo!” I heard Bajoe scre-m with horror. “What are you doing, Mrs. Kaklo??”

I tried to get up, frantically scared, but Mrs. Kaklo put her hand on my chest and pushed me down, her face contorted with her heightened fervour, her eyes almost glazed as she raced toward her destination.

Again I tried to stand up.

“Don’t you dare!” she hissed fiercely, her face quite mad.

Well, put like that, there was nothing I could do, and so I relaxed.

I saw Bajoe, still unclad, rearing up beside Mrs. Kaklo, weeping in distress.

“Yaw, oh, you bastard!” she scre-med. “What are you doing? Stop it now! Mrs. Kaklo! Stop it, stop this atrocity, Mrs. Kaklo! Stop it! Mr. Kaklo is looking all over for you!”

Mrs. Kaklo paid no heed.

She was out of this world, and her beastly nature had taken over.

She was pounding away like a machine!

Bajoe suddenly took Mrs. Kaklo’s arm and tried to pull her off my straighter.

“Stop it!” the elderly woman snarled fiercely. “Stop it, stopitstopitstopit, Bajoe! I haven’t seen one since 1982!”

Bajoe didn’t stop it stop it stop it!

She continued to pull angrily at Mrs. Kaklo’s arm, trying to pull her off the dangler.

I almost giggled.

It was a great moment, and since I was lying flat on my back the wh0le thing was quite hilarious, really. Bajoe pulling and the old man fixed and pounding, and my eyes were now fixed on Bajoe’s

laalala, noticing how sweet it looked.

Mrs. Kaklo got fed up with Bajoe’s antics, and her left fist swung round and sank into Bajoe’s belly with a whopping thud, and Bajoe flew backward and sat down hærd on her butt, clutching her belly as pain obviously racked through her!

Oh, Mrs. Kaklo…nothing could stop her because she had not seen one since 1982 for real!

And then Mrs. Kaklo finally reached that apex and she hammered down the hill scre-ming…but she didn’t only scre-m!

Her hands smacked down on my face pam pam pam in the throes of her ecstasy, and it was quite painful feeling her drumming my face like that.

“Hey, stop it, Mrs. Kaklo!” I said, trying to dodge her hands. “Stop that nonsense right now, Mrs. Kaklo!”

She was scre-ming and slapping me maniacally now, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

I slapped her hands away and then she gripped one of my hands and tried to bite it. I was exploding too and out of fear of her bite I bucked her clean off my g—n.

She landed on her back, still scre-ming, and my jism spurted out in great whorls all over her thighs!

I realized that Bajoe was running toward the door, bent double with pain, scre-ming her head off, calling Mr. Kaklo over and again.

I grabbed my clothes and shoes from the wardrobe and ran out of the Apple Room into the corridor!

I saw an elderly man fast approaching the door, and he was holding a sort of golf stick.

It was metallic, and as he swung it toward my head I pushed him back, and he fell away, rolling down the steps beyond awkwardly and scre-ming obscenities.

The elevators on my right dinged open and a couple stepped out, fully dressed.

I dived into the elevator and punched ‘G’ for the ground floor.

As it began to hurtle down I thought I heard Bajoe scre-ming somewhere out there on the corridor.

Anyway, I eventually got to my car, still unclad, shocking some of the regular church members who hadn’t be enlightened as lighters yet, and so were still holding a fully-clothed church service downstairs.

I drove a long distance from the premises unclad, and finally stopped to get dressed.

Eventually I got home, and Number 44 was entered on the DIAL LIST in,side the HONEYZ folder of my PC.

It was simply:

44: MRS. KAKLO OF BLIC

You know BLIC, right. Yeah, sure, the Bare Light International Church.

It wasn’t BAJOE as I had anticipated, but that sweet, great, wonderful elderly woman called Mrs. Kaklo who hadn’t seen one since 1982.

So that brought me to the Number 45 on the List.

Yes, and that was when it all started.

That girl, and her father!

Number 45…

Yes, that was when it all began, dear Lord!

DIAL LIST…

in,side the HONEYZ folder.

45: AKOS OF WOWO

That girl…and her wicked father….

Those two from that awful town called Wowo!

That was where it all began!

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To be continued..