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She's five feet tall, chubby with heavy chest. Her mother named her Precious but she'd prefer you call her Pearl.
Last week she had an abortion, the third within two years and it never bothers her. I mean what's the pain in the ass when there's enough cash to hold me down; those are her words.
She walks like a model even her fellows gender would turn to steal more glances at her and she knows this. Maybe that's why she's attracted to both gender.
Her life's a circle of give and take. For business, she sleeps with men for money then squanders it on her fellow women for pleasure.
Meet her man, Francis. He's a constructor in Julius Berger so barely spends time with her but whenever they do, they make each other feel like what they share is complete passion and more like soulmates.
If you ask Francis, he would say she's the girl of his dreams yet Pearl sees him no less than a rich client in the name of her boyfriend.
Last night, he got a call from his neighbor that Pearl had brought another man into his apartment which he doubted until he met them on his bed drunk, stormed with rounds of sex and almost unconscious.
Her bra is hanging by the moon lamp, the panties he bought her from Malaysia last weekend is torn and shattered by the door post. "This isn't real" his thoughts lingers trying to hold back the pain as his veins swells in rage.
"No I can't let this slide" he wails as he rushed back to the bedroom. He had decided to leave and jilt their relationship but the thought of loosing her to another man wouldn't sit well with his spirits.
I wish he knew that she wasn't emotionally attached to any man but him. Maybe that's why she addressed him as her boyfriend and always raced to see him whenever he's in town.
Francis had lost his sanity though he thought he knew what he was doing. He reached for his revolver beside the jacuzzi in his bathroom, aimed at Pearl for a second then pulled the trigger on the sleeping young man.
Francis shot again on the man's forehead then tilted the gun to Pearl who was already clasping her both hands on her mouth in order not to shout. "You betrayed me" he wails sweating on his both palms, "I'm sorry but it isn't what you think" Pearl pleads trying to win a second chance.
"You won't shoot" she whispers not daring to look into his eyes. She knew he wouldn't kill her and so it happened except that he left her for good with two bullets on her left leg. "That's for defying for bed" he groans as he slams the door behind her.
Pearl couldn't believe her eyes, she hadn't seen a man die needless to be on the same bed with a corpse. She tried to move but couldn't until some neighbors came to her aid.
Words have it that the leg was amputated while Francis was charged for murder then sentenced to firing squad. Pearl lived the rest of her life in regret calling herself, 'the damsel in distress'.