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26 | N. PAUL ONUZURUIKE
“With the Geritol --“
“-- Pssst! Give it a rest, Beau,” she detours and saunters into his master suite.
Like a reproached child, Alonzo returns to the kitchen, eats the pinch and
washes the spoon, and proceeds to setting up the dining table; then he returns with
a chilled bottle of Spumante.
The young woman -- ROBYN MONTGOMERY -- 38, petite, sweet, witty and
charming. She’s noticeably gorgeous and is a certified financial analyst (CFA) with an
MBA in Finance from a Southern Ivy-League college. And she works as a senior
portfolio manager with an investment firm in the Buckhead district of Atlanta, GA.
Moments later, Robyn reemerges -- wearing an elegant, wine-red and sexy
charmeuse, lace and chiffon robe. “Hope you had your Wheaties today.”
Unexpectedly, “I’m rocking your world tonight,” as she lets her robe drop lazily to
her ankle -- exposing -- her well-toned and petite body which is scantily cladded by
the robe’s matching 2-Piece bra and panty set.
Glaring up the ceiling, Alonzo whispers, “Thank you, Jesus!”
Gives an appreciative smile, “Glad you thanked Him, but I’m right here, Beau.”
“Right here on the dining table?”
“Why not?” With a smirk and arms on her tiny waist, “why, you haven’t had
your Wheaties?”
“I’m famished and dinner’s --“
