She called me on my private line, like they always do these days-“Hi, you must be the chairman,…..I need your signature.”
Signature or stamp means am in business and needlessly think, that was the call! So she treks to my Mitchell residence, my cool office for only work and sleep…save the rest for my dolorous roomie. I had just taken a shower so I actually found her waiting at my door, her smile was so clear even from the back of her hirsute head.
With only a towel, I didn’t want to glance at the face….
What if she was hot and I ……………
What if she smiled and …………. What if my towel fell off in front of a hot stranger and we ………, heard of the naked man stunt?!
To cut it short, I was excused to put on a shirt, and then come to business- do the signing, stamping and all that I knew how to do best. So the time came when she had to pay my 3k service fee, this’d it all start!
Stranger: What if I don’t have the money?
Chairman: It’s only 3k, how can you not have it? Stranger smiled,….Oh that smile, lucky I’d seen many!
Stanger: What possible other way of payment can I do?
Chairman: ………….hmmmm,phone number, peck, kiss, smooch, just a hug,……L”"”"”, Oh my towel is deflecting!!!!…………………
Chairman: You’re the one paying, you suggest.
Stranger: How about my phone number, I’ve never suggested this to a guy!
Chairman: If it will yield something else, I can accept it.
Stranger wrote the number on a paper with a big smile, chairman flashes it and it buzzes though he never saw it, that was enough to make him believe it was real. Later at night he calls the number only to be shocked………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
IT WAS HER DAD’S PHONE NUMBER, THE BIG ROUGH VOICED MAN!!!!!!!!
I had just been played!!!!
Thiso ya all ma nigs
