“So who should go?”
She replied with conviction, “Mugabe sir, he must go.”
I smiled at her, “You are a good girl, Samoe, I will let you stay, I shall tell head office something, god knows what, I have been lying to keep us going for months, but that is my problem, run along.”
I knew the word would be round within minutes Mr Hanson struggling to keep the bank open, looking for someone to sack. She drank then spat. Porn vedio She sobbed and laughed occasionally, then I checked her outbox and she screamed at me, “No, it’s private, No.”
“It’s like mind rape,” I whispered. “Good Doggy.” I suggested. “Its Saturday,” I announced. “No, I forgot.” I lied. I came back later, I brought her lap top computer and set it before her. We drove her to the Bank, business had finished for the evening and I unlocked the back service door and showed her into a long concrete corridor, the emergency lighting cast a soft glow and I led the way past the elevator shaft, to the stairs, no one used an elevator in Harare unless they wanted to spend the night there when the electricity supply failed yet again. The blacks were getting uppity, Desmond and Jannia, taking liberties, I had Jannia’s friend Samoe in my office, “Look, it’s not easy to say this
