Three women later but nothing to show for it

By Eric Mariwa

When we got to Samantha’s room that night, I lustfully looked at her as she undressed before she urged me to join her in the bathroom for a hot shower. I declined, but not for not wanting. I told her the company had organised team-building activities early the next morning so I needed to leave, but in truth that was a ruse as experience had taught me that with Samantha, things could go awry.