She laid there on the bed in silence fuming as she listened to Fred talk to his wife on the phone. At first she was rubbing his back, then she started to touch his left nipple in a bid to distract him but he held her hand and frowned. "I love you too, babe. I'd be home soon as I'm done with these documents." Then he ended the call and turned to face the thick naked documents laying on the bed beside him. Ifeoma had been 'the documents' he's been working on for the past 5 months. What started as a one night stand had blown into an affair and he knew it would cost him his family but he just kept coming back to the same thing he should avoid.

Ifeoma went to the restroom, got the little container she hid behind the toilet seat, opened it, took out a white pebble, squatted down and inserted the pebble deep within her. She hoped this pebble would work this time, because the previous ones she'd used didn't work. Fred still went back home to his wife everytime he came over and the last time she had swallowed the pebble and ordered him to divorce his wife and move in with her, he'd slapped her. The old man that she'd been using had told her to swallow the pebble and order any man to do her bidding and he would do that, but the slap that day meant it didn't work. After 5 minutes, she flushed the toilet and walked back into the room to test the efficacy of the new pebble.

The day it all started, Fred had tried touching his wife for the third time that day and she wasn't receptive. Her baby girl was just 2 months old and sex was the furthest thing from her mind. She'd told Fred that they wouldn't have sex till Fiona was 6 months and her husband had agreed to the decision but for the past 3 days, he's been walking around the house with his erection and she had just ignored him. He'd pleaded with her for a blow job, she also wasn't in the mood for that as well. With 2 kids, she was amazed at how her husband's sex drive was still as high as it was from the 2 years they dated. She wondered why it didn't wane. They've been together for 6 years. Dated for 2 and have been married for 4 years, but she knew her husband still looked at her the same way he'd looked at her from the very first day he'd asked her out years ago. She had never told him no or denied him access to her body. Whatever positions and fantasy he wanted to try out, she was game. He was her best friend and brother. People even started saying they looked alike. Because when you've been with someone you love for a long time, you actually start to look like that person. Nature just start to make your looks blend. She knew her husband would understand her reasons for saying no to his sexual advances. She saw the lust in his eyes as he watched her breastfeed their daughter. Trey, their 2 year old son was upstairs sleeping in his room. "Okay, can I just come and play with the other boobs?" Fred had asked in a voice thick with lust. "No na... Stop being a big baby. Are you not tired of the breasts already. In 6 years you have not let me rest. Oyah go and want and relieve yourself, big baby of mine." She knew he loved it when she called him big baby. Then she smacked his butt as he walked by her to go drop the plates he was carrying. He bent to kiss his daughter's forehead and wanted to be smart on Bimpe's other breast, she covered her right nipple with her hand and squirted breast milk on his face. He made an annoying face and then went up to check on Trey.

Three hours later, he came downstairs, admired the sight before him: his wife was sleeping peacefully and Fiona was wide awake with her dimpled toothless smile flashing and warming his heart. Fiona was a perfect mix of Bimpe and himself. Trey was a masculine copy of his mum, but Fiona was all him. At least she had his dimples and pointed nose, but this her forehead was definitely from Bimpe. He would catch a grenade for his family. He needed to go to the bar to watch a game. Maybe going out for air would help his horny condition. He drove to a different bar, a new one farther away from home. He didn't want the familiar crowd. He needed somewhere he won't be distracted. 5 minutes after he sat down nursing a bottle of Hennessy and goat meat pepper soup, Ifeoma and her faux British accent, plunked down on the sofa beside him. That was when he remembered that he had actually forgotten to replace his wedding ring 2 weeks after Trey lost it. Trey had also misplaced Bimpe's ring some months ago and Fred replaced it days later but when Trey misplaced his own ring, Fred had procrastinated it till the point that he totally forgot about replacing it. Now, that was about to cost him. "Mind if I joined you to watch the game? All the other tables are occupied" she had said, with an accent. He looked around at the bar, indeed the other tables were occupied but there were still some empty seats around. He intentionally chose a table far back in a nook of the club, so as not to see or be seen by anyone he knew. He didn't keep or have much friends but the few he did have would always whine to him about their marriages and the string of girlfriends they had. He was always proud whenever he dished out marital advice to them and the need to be faithful in marriages. If any of them walked into this bar right now and see this attractive lady beside him, they would call him a hypocrite. "It's okay, you can sit. So which team are you supporting today?" He had asked her because he still wasn't used to having ladies develop a sudden interest in watching football games. Bimpe would always leave the room whenever a game was on and would go watch her favorite soaps on the TV upstairs. "I'm an Arsenal fan. But I didn't come to the bar to watch the game. I actually just came to clear my head from all the worries disturbing me." She had said as she sipped from her glass of red wine, her bottle was half full which meant, she wasn't tipsy yet. Something told him to leave the conversation at that and not ask her what her worries were, but then again, she was an attractive lady in distress and he also needed someone to talk to, himself. Rubbing his ring finger, he asked; "wanna talk about what's worrying you?" Then she smiled, took another sip from her glass and swallowed the pebble she'd been carrying in her mouth for an hour.