One Night Of Fun, Lifetime Of Misery! (3)


I sighed as I felt my heart beat faster. Slowly I approached the car, Pascal had pointed out and couldn’t help my admiration of the level of concern my colleagues had decided to show one of their own. Had I been a female, I would have probably been weeping, I concluded.

In no time, I reached the car and peered in.

“Hi birthday boy,” a drop-dead gorgeous girl greeted.

For a split second, I was too absorbed with her ravishing beauty to reply her greeting. Eventually, I found my voice.

“Hello,” I said in a tune I honestly found pretty hard believing was mine. “I’m Fred,”

“Yeah, I know,” she said with a smile on her face. “I’m Gina.”

For another while, I started on absolutely taken by her looks and I simply couldn’t help wondering where on earth Pascal and the boys had found me this heavenly being. I spared another second or two to think over what I was about to do and if it was really worth it. I loved Anita, my fiancée, beyond words inspite of her consistent nagging attitude and the thought that I was about cheating on her drove me a little berserk.

But, come to think of it, I really wasn’t going to cheat on her. I was only about to have a good time that would end in a matter of hours. Besides she was the major cause of the whole thing. Had it not been for the little quarrel, we would have been together enjoying the day. Stubbornly, I dismissed every inch of guilt about what I was about to do, especially after I beheld the face of the angel right before my eyes. It would definitely be fun, I decided.

We spent the rest of the night at a club and I had to admit to myself that I had never had a better birthday and wondered if a better day would ever come. Pascal and the boys made the day something else for me and Gina’s continued presence at my side further consolidated the night. It must have been about the wee-hours of the morning when we left the club. I was stone drunk and continually felt grateful I wasn’t at the wheels. I faintly remember Pascal and the boys left after they had gotten me safely into my living room, leaving me at the mercy of Gina. I couldn’t help wondering how the boys would manage home with their wheels. From what I remembered they were all equally slaves to the liquour.

Making love to Gina that night proved to be a major feat. Coupled with her dexterous skills to lovemaking, we made love as only related to romance novels. As she twisted on top of me. I felt a mixed taste of pizza and quiches and I couldn’t help longing for more. Her sexy and seductive moans as I pumped furiously into her a while later further spurred me on and her multiple orgasms gave me the feeling of absolute satisfaction. By the time I finally come, I had come to the conclusion that had always been a virgin and then. When I woke up much later in the day I wished I hadn’t. I couldn’t help feeling so guilty and wondering how on earth. I was going to explain to my fiancée that I had cheated on her. I almost passed out when a stark relaxation hit me. I had not even used my form of protection while Gina and I made love.

I felt a little lighter when I mustered up the courage to call Anita up and she picked up. We spoke for a good while and by the time I hung up, we were back. We decided to celebrate my birthday belated. Of course I could not tell her I had been with the boys inspite of our quarrels. Plus I had decided to keep Gina’s issue out permanently. They always said “what you don’t know won’t kill you,” She did not have to know. I decided.

Our relationship ended up getting stronger as the time went by and her nagging became a little more reduced. When we finally got married, four months later, I had the feeling that I had made a right decision. Of course I never heard from Gina again. The unfortunate one-night stand was just okay. Life as a married man proved to be a truly welcome change and everyday I couldn’t help always wanting to run home to my wife. Through Gina, I could now see the clear difference in the lives of a bachelor and that of a married man or better till, life as a spinster and life as a married woman.

My wife had suddenly outgrown her childish behavior which she had always exhibited to no end while we courted. Her nagging still remain but at a reduced level plus there was now a more mature tune to it. Anyway I wasn’t at all bothered. My Dad had always made his point. Women were simply a necessary evil that men had to live with.

My nightmare began when Pascal bumped into me in one of the office corridors one day. The boys had begun to show me a little more respect since I got married and it often  amused me.

“Mr. Fred, how you dey now?” my colleague said, smiling.

I smiled back. “Oh boy I dey o. How are you?”

“Not bad man,” he replied.

“How’s the family?”

“family?” I queried and smiled when I understood him.

“Oh, you mena my wife?” she’s great. We are great.”

“Men, I envy you o.” Pascal said, giving a mock salute.

“so, no time to hang out with the boys anymore abi?”

“Come on, We see,” I said patting his back.

“Yeah, that reminds me,” he said quickly as he turned to go.

“Remember that girl, Gina?”

I felt a little chill in my veins but I nodded still.

“Men, she’s dead o!” Pascal said pointedly.

I felt my heartbeat accelerate. “Man, what happened now?”

My colleagues shook his head. They said she died of AIDS some two weeks ago or so.”

I couldn’t say one more word as I watched him move on.

It’s been about three months now since Pascal broke that news to me and ever since I had been living in perpetual fear. I am much too scared to imagine what I could be living with. Was it true? Was Gina really dead? Did she actually die of what Pascal told me killed her? The question keep rolling all over my head and they are driving me insane.  My wife brought home a ‘supposedly good news last week that the doctor had confirmed her two months pregnant, but I cant help wishing the whole episode wasn’t true. Had I infected my wife too? What about our unborn child? In an instant, I dismissed the thought. I have fought the urge to go for an HIV test all this while but I had to give in to the urge last week. One more hurdles now, I’m scared to return to the doctor’s for the result of the test.  I certainly did not want to confirm my fears and I can’t imagine what I would do if these fears were confirmed. I’m scared!

To be continued…