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I applied them on my body and that eased the pain. I put on pajamas and went to bed. I wasn't with my phone, Mary took it to avoid any form of contact with anyone. I was bored. I opened the drawers by the bedside table and found a little note inside the last drawer. ‘Dear Susan, Living without you these past years has been the worst thing I've ever been through. I love you so much I can't wait to meet you again. Love J. That was it. I blinked severally. Looks like this house has secrets that need unraveling.

I quickened my pace and looked for somewhere I could go to tuck the toy in. The weather warmed up a little after the new year. I wore a loose tracksuit, but underneath, I wore skin-tight clothes to get ready to be intimate with Samuel. Many people exercised in the park. I had no choice but to go to the restroom to tuck in the toy. Just as I arrived at the grove near the restroom entrance, a man wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and tightened my loose tracksuit. The man seemed to be accustomed to causing such shocking encounters. Right after he hugged me from behind, he started playing with himself.

And for the first time, I felt the terrifying, exhilarating urge to start reading. The walk back to the guesthouse was a different journey. Every face in the crowd was no longer just a blur of humanity; it was a potential chapter. The hurried man in the trench coat, the young woman laughing into her phone, the shopkeeper sweeping the entrance to his store—each held a secret, a story, a past. And for the first time, the thought didn't make me feel adrift in a sea of strangers. It made me feel connected, a part of a sprawling, chaotic narrative.

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

He poured his hot liquids inside me, intensifying the pleasure even more! He remained above me, breathing heavily, his member still was inside me. After a few minutes, he lay beside me and hugged me tightly. I couldn't explain it, but I felt secure. His arms felt like the safest place to be. "Goodnight, Baby." he whispered to my ear. "gowdnayt shu." I replied lazily. I felt a kiss on my forehead. I smiled and everything turned black as I lose my consciousness. But really... Who was this stranger I made love with?

“You can stay here. For as long as you need. You are safe here.” “I do not want to be trouble,” he said. “You are not trouble,” Patra said. She meant it. Her heart was full. This was her second chance. She had let him go once. She had made the choice to end their marriage. Now, he was back, broken and in need. She would not make the mistake of turning him away again. A door opened down the hall. Mark came out, rubbing his eyes. “Mom? I heard voices.” Then he saw Kelvin. “Dad!”

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

I paused which stretched too long. I forced a small smile. “Occupational hazard, I guess.” But he didn’t smile back. Instead he leaned forward slightly. “Strange." He murmured. My pulse quickened. “What is so strange in it ? Many people do it .” “ I don’t know why it feels… familiar. Like I have seen it before .” The word hit harder than it should have. I tightened my grip on the cup. “Maybe you’ve seen it somewhere,” I said lightly. “People have habits.”

“You don’t understand what it feels like to live in this house and be nothing. You don't understand what it is not to belong in a place and being in a place that you don't even want to be in. You are a stranger and these people are strangers to you and they act like it.” “It is going to take time for them to get used to you because in fact you are a stranger. But you are not giving them any reason to do so. If anything, you're simply pushing them away.” I said darkly. “And if you think that you are going anywhere with this, then you are very wrong.” Her breath caught, breaking for a second. But she straightened, fire burning in her gaze as she surged forward, her hand lifting fast, aiming fo