Chapter 33 FBI

• FBI
• Meyer came from behind and tickled Brian in the rib, and then stroked Mr. Biscuit on the head. Brian was drawn and slothful to practice basketball today. He rather sat and watched other players pace the court rowdily and displayed basketball tricks to entertain onlookers, also Mr. Biscuit was having a field day by running after the ball, and helping the players fetch the ball. Brian was down in his spirit for what befell Ella, and the fate of the unborn child. He had assured himself someday his future wife would be like Ella and she would look thick and watery to behold- not forgetting to sleep naked too – nights after he had seen Ella’s nakedness he had moped through the window to see Ella yet again, right in her flat, in her well lit room as she walked out of the bath naked , dried her body, caressed her big tummy, stroked her breasts with an ointment and pranced around her room with her buttocks ‘ cheeks rolling and smashing each other so mercilessly that Brian had to swallow hard, turned down his window blind and coiled in his body and imagined what Ella was up to and if there was anything she was expecting from him, was she actually expecting a baby and also expecting love. The days past had been nights upon nights of Ella flaunting her nakedness. Brian had thought she was aware her room was just opposite his room, also in perfect square view that under the intensity of light, nothing was hidden. Brian had noticed this just recently; when her man was much alive she never did and pulled such seductions
• Even Meyer had noticed Brian’s poor countenance, “You looked withdrawn from yourself. Is there anything you want to share?” Brian had leered at her and shook his head.