Read this story carefully.
She called you, fear in her voice, panting, and said, with discomforting urgency,”Please can you come to my place now? Please now!”
“Calm down,” you said, like a boss, not proud that you have been so commanded. “Tell me what’s happening!”
“Just drop the phone and rush, please. I’m in trouble here!”
You left Life Camp, about to pull a Sebastian Vettel stunt to GRA Ikeja but the emphasis she put on “trouble” stirred up clearer thoughts. You suspected she must have been harassed or, God forbid, even raped by some gym-going drug addict. You didn’t want to be beaten up, that is not an honourable way to be killed. You dialled a six packs-endowed and muscled friend. You knew a reliable one who’s also a failed athlete. Thoughts of transferred aggression!
“Whitney is in trouble; I think she must have been raped!” You said!
“Shit!” He said. And again he said, “Shit!”
He asked you to pick him at a mutual friend’s, and that was how you have a 3-man terror squad.
You sighted her in front of the gate, looking actually troubled until she flashed a smile. That was not a smile, you assured yourself at first. And then she smiled again. “Why the hell is she smiling?”, You thought………
“Oh thank God,” she said. “You can’t believe it, there is a rat in my room!”
Gosh !!! What the hell……..You were looking so shocked at what she said. Could this be true?
Please if you were this guy, what would you do?
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