The evil man and I episode 3

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

By: Pêrspy Snazzy Tonia ❣️

Chapter Three (3)

Mother Agnes, a Reverend and a principal of the Girl’s High School was by and large a very caring woman, despite her state of celibacy like all other Catholic priests, she knew what it takes to mother the young ones. Little wonder then there was never any reported incident of students unrest in the school where she was the head.

Though in her late forties, mother Agnes was a paragon of beauty. Her burst would melt the hærdest of men’s heart. Her tiny l-ips were ever very inviting, her eye dazzling. Her nose which stood almost at ninety degrees to her pretty face was the melting point of every man’s stare, just as it was with her firm, full-blown and succulent b-obs, the n-pples which were always at alert as if they were set to pierce through her well knitted cleric fabric.

Being mother Agnes personal assistant, I had the privilege of getting to know some of her official itinerary as well as private ones. I took particular note of the fact that Mother Agnes daily schedule would always terminate at Bishop Christopher’s office at the Diocesan headquarters which also served as his residence. More often than not, Mother Agnes would pass the night with Bishop Chris and would rush back to her quarters in the school compound very early in the morning to get ready for the day’s work. On one such day, Mother Agnes had said to me (I usually resumed first at her quarters to take the day’s briefs).

“Rita, I’m very tired I was at the headquarters. Bishop Chris and I worked late into the night.”

I never suspected the two clerics of anything outside their official functions. After all, both were celibates working in the Lord’s Vineyard, and their job were interwoven. One was the principal of a grade one mission school located within the Diocese where the other ruled as Bishop. I never knew there was more to it that met the eye until that fateful day.

Mother Agnes had gone for the All School Principal Conference of the state and had asked me to lock up her office and take the keys home if she did not return at close of work.

I had waited for her in the office up to two hours after closing time. All the other members of the staff and the students had closed for the day. I was left alone in Mother Mary’s office. After a while, I decided to lock up and take the keys to her resident quarters. There were doc-ments scattered all over her table so I tried to tidy it up. I had the shock of my life when I stumbled on a p-rnographic material carefully tucked into one of the files on the table. The file was marked “Private and Confidential” The p-rnographic material had a picture of a white man and white woman making love in nudity. Attached to the picture was a hand written note which stated inter alia:

“Love, top of the day, come over this night so we experiment this, see you. – Chris.”

I looked at the date and it bore the day that Mother Agnes told me she worked with Bishop Chris late at night. That was two days before I added one and one and got two. I did not need a soothsayer to tell me what was happening. Bishop Chris and Mother Agnes were having a secret affair!

I was surprised, to say the least. But then, I knew that only very few ladies with blood running in their veins would resist the attraction of the young Bishop in his early fifties. Tall, heavy, muscular and dark-complexioned, Bishop Chris was a perfect symbol of manh-od, I would have been very surprised if the Bishop was not having an affair. But it never occurred to me that it would be with Mother Agnes.

I carefully put back the p-rno stuff with the attached note in the file and carefully locked the door and made to leave. Just then, Bishop Chris pulled up in the front of the principal’s office in his grey color V-Boot Mercedes Benz car. He sighted me and beckoned to me to come.

He was still seated in the driver’s seat of the car as I bent a bit on the lower part of the glass window of the car to hear what he wanted to enquire.

“Bless you. You are Rita, are you not?” he asked, beaming with an infectious smile.

Yes I am Bishop. Good day sir, I responded.

I noticed that this short while, the Bishop’s eye were planted on my br-asts. I felt being stripped unclad by the Bishop’s eyes. I restrained myself from the initial reaction of having to look down at my b-obs to ascertain that there was nothing wrong there that made the man of God to transfix his eyes.

He must have read my mind when he said almost immediately, “Not to worry, I only came to see if Mother Agnes is back from the meeting” I told him that I was still expecting her.

“Are you going to the quarters? the Bishop asked”.

“Yes, Bishop. First I want to drop the keys to Mother Agnes’ office at her quarters.” I answered.

He asked me to enter his car for a lift. The quarters were located within the school compound so there was no need boarding the car. It was only about two poles away. But I did not know how to turn down the Bishop’s offer. Calmly, I entered the car and sank into the passenger seat in the front.

T.B.C

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