“Oh my goodness did Zara leave her house dressed like that?”

I told the Ladies I will like to host them for lunch at home in the garden? To make it special come dressed down. It will be a jean affair,” I said conspiratorially.

Later that day Jasmine arrived much earlier than the others. “Tobs, where are you? Are you still in bed?” I heard Jasmine ask announcing her presence as she entered the house, barging into my room as usual.

She gave my life size teddy a withering look as she walked past my bed to where I was sitting at my work station by a corner of my room.

I had been up since dawn and actually took a break when the girls called earlier; I was hoping to make a head way with my work before the girls arrive for lunch. “Tobs, I thought you were done with work considering the fact that you have been overly busy last week?” Jasmine asked glancing disapprovingly at the documents on my table and various files that were open. “I got a distress call from the elder Sister of an abused woman who is a Banker.

Apparently she had been enduring abuse in the hands of her husband for the past 5 years. Now after 4 miscarriages as a result of beating and finally giving birth to a boy with medical issues; her beast of a husband beat her black and blue again barely 5 days after delivery.

With post-delivery depression and an unhappy home, coupled with incessant beatings from her husband, the said girl is on admission at the Psychiatric hospital. She has lost her mind!” I finished heavily with a sigh. “Are you kidding me? So what are you going to do?” Jasmine asked concern itched all over her face. “I hope he goes to jail and ruts there! Do you know how many women are in Psychiatric Hospitals because of the men in their lives? This is really pathetic!” Jasmine hissed angrily. “Jasmine like I said earlier, my priority is the health and life of the lady in question.

Thank God, she and her baby are out of harm’s way. We will deal with him.” I said decisively.

At Warien Rose Foundation we ‘eat’ people like him for breakfast! Kaycee and Bola have just arrived; I need to get ready before drama queen Zara arrives. “Oh my goodness did Zara leave her house dressed like that?” Kaycee asked in astonishment.

Zara walked in wearing a plain sexy see through skinny vest and coat and pants, a three piece set. “I like!” Jasmine screamed as soon as she saw her.

The temptress has arrived I muttered to no one in particular. “Tobs, I have been keeping this ‘Moet & Chandon Dom Perignon Charles & Diana 1961’ for such an occasion,” Zara said with panache as she held up the bottle for all to see after taking up a strategic pose.

Kaycee looked confused but was loath to ask, I am sure because of Zara’s caustic tongue. “The Champagne was released in 1961, the year Princess Diana was born.

It was also the official champagne at the royal wedding of Princess Diana and Prince Charles. A limited number of bottles were released to celebrate the occasion and only a few got their hands on such important part of royal history,” I said with a smirk staring down Zara. “Bravo Madame avocat,” Zara said mockingly.

The Girls just laughed and Bola said wonderingly, “well well well who would have guessed the story behind the bottle, I didn’t know that!” Lunch was sublime; the conversation was light, thank goodness.

They handed me their gifts after lunch and I excitedly opened them, everyone loves gifts; perfumes, sexy casuals, a pack of daily prayer cards I can use ‘on the go’ (I really loved this and thanked Kaycee profusely) and then a dildo! Yes you heard right, Zara gave me a dildo.

I blinked as my expression changed to that of surprise, then shock. “What on earth will make you think I need one of this?” I asked quietly, reining in my anger.

I was not amused. “Wow, I like this. Can I have one?” Jasmine asked excitedly snatching the ‘thing’ from me. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind one either,” Bola said giving me an envious look.

Kaycee just stared at it in horror or is it awe? I bet she has never seen one in her life.