PS:If you have not been following the story, I’d prefer you do not read this.Better you start from the beginning.

 ‘‘Baaaby, I wanna do all of the things your man won’t dooooooo, I’ll do them for you…’’. While the songs played on, my mind kept wandering like that of a nailed con artist. I kept asking myself if I had done enough since the wee hours of the day when I unlocked myself to Mariah till now when it all looks like I could finally go for the kill. I kept rubbing on her fingers and hands like I was not conscious of it, while my mouth was losing moisture faster than the Sahara desert. Like a dash of momentary insanity, I gently dropped my food tray, calmly helped Mariah drop hers and raised her hands as if to dance. When she finally got on her feet, I could see that she was altogether lost in the atmosphere. ‘‘Let’s dance baby’’, and with a voice that sounded like a weak whisper she said ‘‘what took you so long?’’. My usual tact and skill seemed to have deserted me. It must have a lot to do with the fear of death hanging around my quest to do the unthinkable. When I bent Mariah’s head over my arms in salsa-like fashion, my lips reached for hers and much like a saturated magnetic field, our opposite poles jumped into attraction. Her mouth was completely dry, much like mine. To achieve the ultimate I set out for, I had to get this move perfectly well. If I don’t kiss her long and well enough, enough to erode reality from her thoughts and translate her to a fairy tale fantasy world, that’d be the farthest I’d go with her, just the kiss. So I had to be very patient, gentle and dexterous. After about 13 minutes or so of kissing ( I counted the minutes because my mind was as much on the job at hand and my environment ),I acted like I wanted to pull away but I could feel her resistance. I felt the time had come to get my hands even busier. I needed to find her kill-spot fast if anything had to happen. While it looked like her lips won’t be far from her most-sensitive-part-of –the body list, I had more than enough experience to know that there is that spot that’ll help deprive her of the use of her natural senses to a state of unconsciousness. I decided to finally engage my hands as hers were already on my chest anyways. I reached for her breasts and pressed gently on them. She placed her hands on mine over her breast as if to say ‘‘squeeze harder ‘‘, but I did not bother. I am conducting the drama and this is my orchestra, I give the directions. I could not stop thinking of her ‘‘kill spot’’ because without that I would not be able to ask her one or two questions regarding my safety and also getting into my protective boots might be a tough call. My instincts concluded it will be one of two places, her ears, her nape, her navel or her nipples with the outside chance of her inner thighs. Of the named options, her ears were the closest to my lips as they were still very much busy with her face. By now we had kissed for some twenty minutes and we had generated more liquid than the Niagara Falls. Mariah’s pointed nose is one of the defining features of her sweet face and I kissed it like one of those ice creams I never wanted to finish when I was younger. I moved for her ears and immediately noticed a hint of hesitation which had to be an unconscious act as it was so subtle. It looks like her ears are the gate that will lead us to that state of no return. Her hesitation is a reaction at not wanting to lose total control. It was an instinctive move. I stealthily progressed from her lips to her nose and finally to her left ear. While I was at it, I was simultaneously pressing very hard on her breasts and I heard her moan for the first time. That was a very encouraging sound and it was sweet too. Could it be because I had landed on the spot or because I pressed her harder. The only way I could find out was to relax one move for the other. I stopped pressing hard and instead sucked into her ear. From her pinna, to her lobes and I was sure my tongue was reaching into her auditory meatus. The moans were coming faster and louder now but they were beginning to scare me. I kept the ear sucking thing on as I pressed my turgidity in-between her thighs. She had to be as wet as the Atlantic ocean now and I felt we had both reached the point of no return. I withdrew a bit to look into her face and she looked down and out. ‘‘I think we are going to wake your Dad,’’ ‘‘Yeah, we will wake him and he will kill you.’’ ‘‘wow, I’d rather die trying to have you than live regretting I never tried and live a loser.’’ I quickly reached for her breasts again with my left hand, reaching for thighs with my right. Gosh, she was just so wet or should I say soaked. I will swim in this ocean knowing that any mistakes and I might be swimming to hell. It soon dawned on me that , the question had changed from whether I’d sleep with Mariah to whether I was ready to die by the gun doing so.

PS: Chapter V is the sub-climax to this part of the book. It is for me the most engaging chapter. Please avoid reading further if you haven’t read chapter one because you just might get the wrong impressions. Explicit contents will follow here on. Thank you for reading and all of those messages. THANK YOU. Mario says to you , Merry Christmas. I do too. Cheers .

‘‘ Mariah, I’ve got a confession to make !’’.‘‘ Mario, we are meeting for the first time and you already have a confession to make, interesting.ok then shoot ‘cause patience isn’t one of my virtues .‘‘ ‘‘ Really ? after you take my confession, I hope I will be in great position to take yours.’’ ‘‘ what do I have to confess to you? Well, let’s see, ‘‘I’m not a virgin!’’’’. She said this in a way that made her sound a bit mischievous. We both laughed a kind of what-do-you-expect kind of laughter, I was very thrilled by the ease with which she said that. For some moody, woody, thermoset girls, it will take  getting there to know whether you’d need to break in or just run on in like there never was a barrier in the first place.

‘‘My turn now… I guess-erm, during our mid night gist, I had a hard-on through out, I felt really guilty about it but some of the things we spoke about could not stop me from imagining things.’’ ‘‘ Guy, aren’t you such an interesting one, you want me to tell you I was completely wet during the same period, innit ?’’ ‘‘well yes, I was wet, but it had nothing to do with your seeming sweetness or perceived eloquence, I was wet because you were so boring I felt like in a nightmare and I could not stop sweating.’’ Is this lady ok? I asked my self. I started having snake bites in my stomach. When Mariah was saying all of that, I was transported from hopeland where hope was rich in abundance to the depths of the dungeon of hopelessness. My journey has halted before it has even started. She looked so angry and pissed off saying that. I was about starting a round of apology before she started with a chuckle, a full smile then an unrestricted laughter. ‘‘ Mario, I was wet, wet because you sounded really sweet and the peace and calm of the night only made the experience even sweeter. Again, in the spirit of sincerity I should also say I am really and absolutely dry now so we can both be cool with just gisting and getting to know ourselves even better.’’ Wow, I could almost hear my heart’s relief. This lady is an enigma of a character, a real deal. She couldn’t have been more sincere and I knew the part of her being dry was true too but that’s why I have to earn whatever I achieve with her today. That is the reason I am Mario Da Costa. I earned that name not for begging my friends to sleep with me by singing desperate songs but getting them to sleep with me in turns. ‘‘ What do you care for my hard man?.’’ ‘‘ Have you got bananas, some milkshake and yums yums?.’’ ‘‘ That won’t take me more than five minutes. I guess you will focus on the TV while I am away.’’ As she left, I tuned the TV channel to DSTV’s super sport, only to see that cerebral Arsenal manager, Arsene Wenger talking about the ‘‘ spirit and belief ‘‘ in his team. They had just won their seventh consecutive league game. As a devoted Manchester United fan, the Wenger thing did not appeal to me not least because they had beaten us at Old Trafford in that long run, so I switched to MTV early enough to see one of my favourite artistes, Corrine Bailley Rae doing her lovely track ‘‘breathless’’. Like a dash of lightening or should I say Usain Bolt, Mariah was already right behind me. I chose to be quiet. After the video, she said, ‘‘ CBR is my favourite, it is another reason I love Asa. Corrine is not really known in this climes but dear or dear she is nothing but a legend.’’ Could that be a co-incidence. ‘‘ Corrine has been one of my favourites for the past four years or so and I have followed not only her career but her life, I have autographed copies of her Grammy winning albums.’’ ‘‘ Mario, that sounds really cool. You! A Bailley fan, very cool.’’ She excused herself again as she moved to get my orders.

Even if Corrine Bailley was not a favourite, I would have lost valuable points not to say she is because I could the light on her face watching that video. She concentrated on the video like the redemption of her soul depended on it. Some four minutes later, she is back with all I asked for and more. This time around, she sat closer to me on the two seat sofa. After thanking her for her troubles, I asked her if she had any of Joe’s videos. ‘‘ Joe? I have virtually all of his videos in a collection.’’ ‘‘ I’d love to do the meals listening to him then if you don’t mind.’’ ‘‘As you like it my lord.’’

When everything finally got set as I requested, we started eating and paying a little attention on the videos. Then there was this silence between us that was louder than the sound of the TV. For me, say I am mad but that silence could only mean one thing: My host is thinking, thinking in a forgetful way, lost in the sound of the atmosphere and in the images of her thoughts. I could stake my reputation she had sex on her subconscious mind if not her conscious one. I suddenly felt an instinctive need to go for the kill. That first move is all-important and crucial. I reached for her hands and they were limb and relaxed. If you don’t know what that means, you may be too young to be reading my diary. This feels really good now but could this be a set up or is this lady there for the taking already?