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kiss and left. Three hours later, Kate was alone.
    Then, the memories started coming back. Even after seven years she had not gotten over the shock. She was planning to surprise Ken that year’s Valentine’s Day with a present, but when Randolph’s friend, Mose, showed her the letter written to Ken by her friend Pauline the whole world came to a standstill. She always wanted to be with Ken. Kate hoped and prayed it was not true that Ken was pushing on with her best friend.
    Kate was nostalgic. She wanted to go back to those old days with Ken, not the kind of friends they were but as lovers. It was time she invaded the world of boys. Kate decided that she will give Ken what he needed plus something else.

CHAPTER 15
     
     
     
     
     
    The sun was fierce and scorching. Dry sweat beaded on my face, and from time to time I dabbed it with the hanky that little sis’, Stephanie Nyambura, had given me the previous Easter holiday. I hoped to that Kate would do what she had promised me, with a wink.
    Kate was there waiting, for me, in a flared miniskirt, a sleeveless top and matching anklets. Apart from the aroma of some meal cooking somewhere she had put on a very sweet smelling fragrance I identified as frangipani.
    She wrapped me in a firm lingering hug and welcomed me to feel at home. In her embrace I felt like I held the future. When she pulled away I felt like a car being towed away.
    She served me with Highlands orange juice in a white wine wineglass and said, “Just give me a moment… I am setting the table for lunch.”
    “Okay,” I said and started feasting my eyes on the photos hanged everywhere in the parlour. It had been long since I was in this living room. The last time it was during our revision of the last K.C.P.E paper.
    Lunch was boiled Pearl rice served with beef stew. After lunch we reposed on the couch watching the afternoon show on KTN TV. It was not long before I realized that I was no longer watching the TV. I was watching Kate who was directly opposite me.
    Her skirt had shrunk leaving her thighs exposed.  I liked what I saw but I did not like what it did to me, what was slowly crawling into my mind. I tried to push it to the dark recesses of my mind to no avail. Kate’s luscious thighs were seductive and tempting.
    The much I tried to suppress the feeling is the much I failed horribly. The devil on my right shoulder convinced me to start hatching out a plan on how to get her out of her clothes.
    What if she does not to consent to it? The angel on my right interjected.
    A kind of a sadistic thought crossed my mind. We are just the two of us, who will know if I force her to?
    That is not manly. It is immoral, unethical, a voice whispered back.
    As though Kate had noticed that I was no longer watching the TV and she was doing it on purpose, she opened her legs in a shear like movement revealing pink lingerie. Kinky!
    My body automatically switched to ready mode and at the same time upped the alert to amber.
    She said something. I did not hear any of it. Temptations are a devil and he’s coming for you… I was only thinking of what was about to happen if the light blinking in my head turned red.
    I studied her. Her long tawny-black hair, her Madonna face, the gelatinous orbs of beauty, chubby cheeks, thick fleshy lips, neckline like a watchtower, rhythmically moving  bust, the tummy and the region just above the belt line… It was incredibly tempting. She shone with the glamour of innocence.
    And then I saw again: the Garden of Eden.
    At that instance the light in my head turned red. I began to tumescent, to wake up from my twenty years’ sleep like Rip Van Winkle. 
    When you think like this… when you think like that… when she looks at you like this… when she looks at you like that…
    She too was studying me, or so I thought.
    I knew that things might get messy, even messier, and the thought occurred to me to balk away from the impending disaster and mistake, but the passion was so