Scent of Water
:In the three years of his incarceration at the Federal Prison, Calabar, Mike had received only one visitor - Dr. Esam Bassey. A complete stranger. He didnt know where she was coming from and what plans she hoped to achieve....
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:In the three years of his incarceration at the Federal Prison, Calabar, Mike had received only one visitor - Dr. Esam Bassey. A complete stranger. He didnt know where she was coming from and what plans she hoped to achieve. One thing he knew though was that he shouldnt have walked out on her the way he did. For the umpteenth time, he wished he had been more patient, less surprised. She was a beautiful woman and that had made him defensive. Overtly. He hadnt even comprehended why she came. From the way he left, he was sure she would not come back. If she was from a church, they would probably send someone else next time. She would refuse to come back. He knew some churches were very active in prison ministry, bringing food and drugs, and having private visits with prison converts. He didnt want to be anybodys convert. He didnt want anyones so-coveted private visits. He knew many of the prisoners who deceived the church people they were born-again, just to get private visits. One thing he was sure of was that these private visits made the prisoner feel they belonged to someone, especially those that had been long forgotten by the outside world. Prisoners would often come back with gist of Bro. This or Sis. That, who was living normally and whod adopted the prisoner. He wondered if the relationship was just for the inside or it extended to when the prisoners were finally free. He doubted that. It was a month now and every day of the month, hed spared a thought for his August visitor. He had replayed every word spoken and comforted himself with her beauty. Once upon a time, he would have fallen in love with her at first sight. He had always had a weakness for beautiful women .but that seemed like ages ago. He was no longer attractive to any female, physically and otherwise, and he couldnt appeal to his sense of judgment in that regard any more, or else he would risk emotional torture. Three years and the most beautiful women he had seen all that time were starch-uniformed, rigid, middle-aged, over-weight prison officials whom they nicknamed Ambassador. Esam Bassey was truly a breath of fresh air, if nothing else. Maybe an angel sent from heaven, or a stray ghost "Visitor for CM1106" a warden bellowed from the entrance of the cell. Mike jumped up. It had to be her. Maybe she had come back after-all or who else could it be? No one remembered him... When he entered the visiting hall, he noticed she was the only one there, and she stood, backing the entrance. He used the opportunity to drink in her shapely, hippy figure. Clad in black jeans and a black and white striped ladies shirt, he wondered what she would think of him. He felt a strong attraction to her. She turned, almost as coincidentally as he moved in, and smiled easily. He took note of everything about her. From her oval-shaped eyes, her small nose and mouth, shapely eyebrows, thick wavy hair that was just a little longer than the last time he saw her.to the tiny earrings she wore with chain and matching pendant resting between her cleavage. Esam followed his eyes to the cleft between her breasts and heat poured into her face. She knew her dressing seemed suggestive but she had not done her laundry in weeks and this was the only thing available. She was paying for her insensitivity. When she looked up at his face she met with two deep pools of black emotion. She knew she had ruined the purpose of the visit. She never meant to seduce him but she could feel that pulse. This man, despite his status, for whatever reason he pleased, was going to use her femininity to destroy her. Shed better be prepared. "Hi" she croaked, after a brief moment of completely losing her voice. "Hi" he whispered in response, taking a seat opposite her, obviously struggling to control waging emotions. The warden had already gone to stay at the elevated spot to watch them, probably unaware of anything between them. Esam breathed in deeply to calm herself and also sat down. She w