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My Woman-Episode 5

Just as at when they entered the room, Mrs. Edwards arrived at the hotel with the cab.

Driving into the car park, she saw her husband’s car parked neatly to one corner. She intended to run out of the car to go into the reception

“I will catch this useless man today” she said to herself as she burst out of the taxi, several thoughts running through her mind.

“Madam, my money please” the words from the cab driver tore into her thoughts jarring her into the present.

She reached into her bag only to discover that in her hurry to come after her husband, she had left her purse at home. Rummaging through the bag, she saw some loose coins just short of the fare. She turned to explain to the driver, gave him the coins and started to explain but that wasn’t going well. The guy was having none of her stories…

Meanwhile, Dave was still at the hotel restaurant, waiting for a signal from Brenda. He was getting worried.

Mr Edwards eased himself and Brenda into the room. As he was shutting the door, he thought to lock it but remembered that he had also ordered a bottle of cold beer to be brought to him in about 30 mins so he left the door unlocked.

Brenda : “Sir, I am not comfortable with this”

Mr.Edwards: “Don’t give me that excuse, you were comfortable kissing that boy this morning. Like I said earlier, you better comply or I will make sure you and that guy are expelled from the school.”

Having said this, he started taking off his clothes.

Brenda wondering where Dave was, looked at her phone and noticed that the text hadn’t gone through. She quickly resent it and got a satisfying response showing the message had been delivered.
Mr. Edwards had undressed himself leaving his “boxer shots”. He turned and noticed that Brenda hadn’t made any move to undress.

He got impatient and said “I believe you are not going to do this in your jeans”. Then he smiled, “you like it rough right” “I am sure you knew this is what we came to do, if not, why did you follow me?”

Brenda: “Sir, I can’t do this please”

Mr. Edwards: “girl, I don’t have time for games, we have a whole night ahead of us and I intend to enjoy every moment of it”

At this point, he couldn’t control himself any longer. He took off his shorts, pounced on her, pushed her on the bed, tore her top and began to pull off her jeans. Brenda was having a tough time fighting him.

Edwards was a tall man who while he wouldn’t win any beauty contest, was okay looking. He had a flabby physique and a potbelly formed from too many bottles of beer and a loose life. He could have been more attractive if he had been taking better care of himself.

Meanwhile Dave was finding it difficult to locate the room even though he knew the number… When he eventually found it, he turned the doorknob gently and was pleasantly surprised to find the it unlocked. He opened the door gently to find Mr. Edwards forcing himself on Brenda and trying to undress her.

They both didn’t notice when Dave entered. As he took in the scene, he was furious… He wanted to just push Mr. Edwards aside and rescue Brenda immediately, but he needed to go by the plan if they were to get a lasting resolution. He took out the digital camera he had in his pocket and started taking shots of the scene.

Brenda saw him and quickly kicked Mr. Edwards in his g---n to free herself. She ran and stood by Dave who was busy taking pictures.

While Mr. Edwards was still writhing in pain, he noticed that Brenda and Dave had outsmarted him.

Mr. Edwards: “you will live to regret this, both of you”

Dave: “Don’t even think about doing anything funny Mr. I already have evidence, it’s your word against the pictures we have taken”

Mr Edwards eyes narrowed at the words, he looked closely and noticed the camera in Dave’s hand. Immediately, he realized what had happened.

Mr. Edwards’ first instinct was to rush at Dave but a good look at the well built young man convinced him that he would be the worse off in the encounter. His face dropped and he began to beg.

Dave realized that Brenda was in tears and was not comfortable in that room. He took her by the hand and left Edwards who was still begging.

They bumped into Mrs Edwards on their way.

Mrs. Edwards had finally succeeded in getting the cab driver to calm down, though that took almost forever. She entered the reception thereafter and the lady at the desk gave her Mr. Edwards room number after she convinced her he was expecting her.

While trying to locate the room, she ran into Dave and Brenda, and was quite concerned to see Brenda disheveled and in tears.

Mrs. Edwards: “Young Man, what’s wrong with her?” She asked. He didn’t know what answer to give her, but thankfully, Brenda intervened.

He didn’t know what answer to give her but thankfully, Brenda intervened.

Brenda: “I’m having a stomach ache and we are on our way to the hospital”

Mrs. Edwards: “Sorry my dear but can you please help me locate room 202?

Brenda and Dave were surprised as the room in question was the same room Mr. Edwards had booked for his rendezvous with Brenda.

Brenda : ” Room 202?

Mrs. Edwards: “Yes, room 202, I’m meeting my husband here”

Dave: Husband? Mr…….

To be continued

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