TONGUE-TIED.
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Iyameni watched with a smile on her face as Arinze got up and walked to the window. He was a beautiful specimen. Tall, dark and solid, even in his nudity.She watched the supple muscles move and the veins twitch. He was beautiful to look at. The room was cold from the air conditioner. She tucked herself further into the covers. Her grandmother had told her with all seriousness, with that voice that comes with age and wisdom and concern, "Meni, my dear. You have to grab what you want. People are generally stupid. Don't let their stupidity cloud your judgement." She believed grandma. She believed grandma all the time. Arinze was her classmate at the University of Southampton. He had come there for his Master's program which he had almost completed. He was like her academically, though more passionate about Public Health than she was. He had a good heart, caring for the less privileged, helping the orphans and the women whom life had dealt a hard blow. He was a lov...