The Virgin’s Slot Chapter 3
Inspired by the Holy Spirit.
Written by Damilola Babs
Welcome to another 8 pm cruise with the Holy Spirit! Have fun😁😁.
…there in the bed until sleep came calling.
“Babe na wa oo.” Even Paul cannot try this nonsense with me.” Helen, Mary’s friend, who was the complete opposite of herself, told her. Mary sat in front of her sewing machine, while Helen sat across the machine and talked none stop. She was a sanguine, the type that hardly hid her feelings, yet, she was Mary’s best friend, except that the two could sometimes go months without talking for no reason. All the same, Mary always thought of her as the smarter one, she wasn’t a beginner like her, yet at the mention of her name, Paul fidgeted and played the fool at any time.
Paul was her boyfriend. A church brother to the core. She was also a Christian, but she did too much as far as Mary was concerned. She played the adviser but the woman, obviously had her man wrapped around her sleeves.
“See babe, nobody, I mean no girl, can give Paul sex the way I give it to him. Left, right, center, all round!” She would always respond each time Mary warned her and talked to her about value and all. The first time she told her it had shocked Mary to her bones.
“Wait?! Are you having sex with Paul?!” She had asked, her lips falling apart in surprise.
“Not really, but you see, the things is that he wants to wait. Me, I no fit. Him never too gree, so I am here doing all I can to make him sleep with me.”
“Hmm, Jezebel!” Mary joked and then headed in to advising her friend. It was the same day she opened up to her about her status. “Look babe, I am still a virgin. I mean, not even Wiz has been able to have me.”
“Babe! Seriously? What are you doing with the old sack. Your hymen, why don’t you just get it broken and move on with your life. No one has to know you’ve done it anyways.” She told Mary looking straight into her eyes.
“Babe, I can’t. Apart from fornication being a sin, I am just not interested in sex for now, it has nothing to do with my spirituality.”
“Hmm, abeg, no be you, Hail Mary. You be spirit ooo abeg,” she joked and they both laughed. Helen sighed and looked at her friend with pity.
“Babe, that Wisdom guy does not deserve you, I swear.”
“Don’t swear jor,” Mary told her and tapped her shoulder lightly. “I know, right? But what can I do?”
“What can you do?” Helen asked wearing shock like a mask.
“He is the only man I know willing to spend for my family without asking for sex.” Mary explained…
…to be continued tomorrow by 8pm.
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