“My wife is taller than me o. In fact when we are fighting, I don’t go close to her, so the devil will not push her to knock me on the head.” Nife stared out the window and tuned out the math lecturer’s pointless rambling. She had more important things to think about. She …
Her eyes lowered to his crotch, noting the slight bulge and then down to his feet which were encased in black polished shoes.
She very much had expected this and she was prepared to play his game and beat him at it.
“I’m sorry sir. I didn’t mean to be rude.” She apologized. “I wasn’t thinking properly then. I really don’t mind being your friend now.”
She snatched her hands off the table, mouth still agape in shock. What rubbish was he spewing? Her mind worked rapidly. She thought of cussing him like she would any random shameless old goat, but decided against it.
Most people would probably call him shameless for lusting after her, seeing that she was his friend’s daughter, but he didn’t care. He just couldn’t help his attraction to her