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It was around 12o’clock next day when I woke up to the sound of ladle hitting the pan. The oil in the pan hissed and spread the aroma of the spices it encapsulated in it. I moved my body to lay on the side when I realized my body was wet. The skin rubbing against it didn’t feel pleasant and I sat up to face the back of the most beautiful creature I had ever laid my eyes on. She was cooking diligently while her bare back faced me. I rubbed my eyes and took another careful peek at her to confirm if she was naked while cooking or I was still drunk since last night. Yeah, she was in her gray underwear, while her front was covered with my apron. “Morning” I said. Madonna turned, and her face lit up,” Oh! Looking at someone so cute in her ‘just-woke-up’ pose.Its  beautiful.” “What are you cooking?” “Nothing too fancy. I got us some instant noodles. Just going to fry them with tomatoes, bell peppers, carrots and ginger.” “Ginger? Does it taste good?” ...

The night had fallen once again and we were back at Priscilla’s place. I was wearing the same attire as yesterday, and Priscilla was wearing a black swimming trunk with a blue laced bra. How did she grow them? “So, you’ll be gone tomorrow. How are you feeling?” Priscilla asked me while she cooked in the kitchen. “Ah, its bittersweet. I have had an okay time in New York, but now I’m feeling homesick. I enjoyed the time I spent with you though.” I gave her my honest opinion. “Ho Ho. Are you planning on coming back?” She asked. “Even if I was, it wont be anytime soon.” “Hmm…. So, why don’t you stay here. This way, you don’t have to go back.” Priscilla threw a suggestion in the air. “Here, as in New York? I don’t work. I don’t have any friends here too. Only the food is good here.” “How about those people in your athletic team? Are they not your friend?” “People in team are teammates, not friends. Also, I don’t like hanging around boys, because of t...

I was clutching the oversized shirt I had donned while my mind went crazy with all the possibilities my legs could birth. I had my mind in override mode when I heard the water running in the shower. Priscilla had told me she wanted my legs before she went to have a shower. She let me hang in suspense wile she enjoyed her bath. I was shaking my head from side to side and trying to shake away all the thought that were flooding my mind. After all that, I covered my face with my hands as I blushed to death. I threw myself on the bed and spread out my limbs, trying to accept what I had thought was going to happen. We are either going to have sex, or she is going to cut my legs. Ah! I wish I could ask her to kiss my toes before she cut my legs away. Oi, hold on. Both of those options were extreme ones. What if she wanted something mild? Well, what was mid of asking for my legs? I crumbled in a ball and laid there for a while, when an idea struck me. What if I run...