The teacher was in his office when his office bell chimed. He paused marking a note as soon as he asked the knocker to come in. The person was a girl and her name was Jimmy. She was a final-year student at Ayetoro Grammar School. Jimmy was the most brilliant student in a classroom of thirty. She had a plump and well-shaped body that jolted hundreds of men to lick her feet, to wrestle over her. Few undisciplined teachers periodically baited her down to the shady Dogoyaro tree with shrubs surrounding its bottom behind the school compound where students hardly passed, to secretly display their courting tactics most of which Jummy respectfully turned down. The only exception among her wooers was Adigun. Jimmy had a fair complexion, an oval-shaped face and was adorned with a pointed nose and a beautiful gap in her upper teeth. She was about one hundred and fifty-four centimetres tall. She walked with a normal gait, though with a slightly bowed pair of legs. Her hair was made in low cut. When she smiled or cackled, a deep dimple would be reflected in her fresh cheeks and appeared as though a hole was dug there.
"Good morning, sir," Jimmy said, halfway knelt when she was before the maestro.
"Good morning, Jimmy. How may I help you?" Adigun asked while the girl was still standing next to him.
In every man's life, there is a day when fate would bring temptation to him, attempting to land him in trouble. This was such a day for the teacher who still awaited a response from the girl. Jimmy gave no reply to his question. Instead, she began using her tongue to lick her moustache round and round. Instantly, she tucked her index finger into her mouth, thrusting and pulling it. Then she seductively winked at the teacher who sat on a chair like a statue, bewildered and surprised. He had no whit of wit what the girl was up to until she flirtatiously slid to his side and was about to sit on his lap when he furiously stood up from the chair.
"Are you okay, girl? Have you been sent to destroy my reputation? What kind of nonsense are you doing here? Get off my office before I react strangely," he roared, but Jummy simply smiled and lastly blinked. She paced the office, figuring out a means of titillating the teacher. She was grateful for the buttocks she had which were as big as an elephant. She jiggled them, and they moved from side to side. The teacher turned his face away. His dick was now strongly in danger as it stood out like a pencil. Then Jimmy elegantly and romantically snailed towards him. She was about unbuckling his pair of trousers when the teacher mightily pulled her away. She reeled to the wall, hit her head against the stone wall of the room and then fell on the marbled floor. When the teacher was on his kneel and placed his ear on the fallen girl's chest, he realised she was out of breath. Soon, blood began streaming out of the side of her head. The ceiling fan was switched on, but the teacher's face clouded in sweat. Suddenly, he slumped down on the floor and began sobbing.
Within a smattering of hours, the news of his murder had gone viral. It shocked a lot of hearers who believed that the teacher raped Jimmy to death. Aduke's life was shattered when the news flowed to her. She requested a few weeks away from work, for the trauma was too much for her to bear at work. Pa. Simon and his wife were now in the know of her rapport with the teacher. It was the same day Aduke issued a threat to run away from home that her parents no longer pester her to marry the Prince. At home, Aduke barely ate. She looked sullen most of the time. Her refusal to eat weakened and scared her parents who were certain that only Adigun's freedom from the station could heal her.
Once it got to him that the teacher was locked up in a cell at Ayetoro Police Station and had been dismissed from his career, Prince Adeolu rejoiced. He saluted the strategy he incorporated, but he felt painful about the death of the girl he hired for the job. He did not include her death in the plan. He less cared as long as the teacher had been apprehended and no one knew he was the brains behind the tragedy. He was sure the teacher would be killed because the law had made it known to everyone that he who killed would equally be murdered. The percentage of Aduke's accepting him as a husband was now growing momentum. No sane girl would love to marry a murderer, he concluded. He would visit Aduke one more time. It was his pompous confidence that she would be too joyful to know the kind of man she was dating, and she would be thankful to God for such revelation before it was too late. Then, she would agree to marry a Prince who would make her a famous and moneyed Queen. But on the day he visited her at home, there were hysterics at Pa. Simon's compound as Aduke became violent. She labelled the Prince with scathing statements. 'An evil man was one of those sentences that slipped out of her lips. Her reaction displeased her parents. They cautioned her and pleaded with the embarrassed Prince who left the compound in discomfort.
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The case was still pending going to court. Aduke, who believed so much in the innocence of her man, implored the DPO to conduct a thorough investigation of the case. Her request was put into consideration. There was an invitation from two detectives from the city. One was Detective Kunle and the other a female, Detective Ruth. They dressed professionally when they arrived at Ayetoro Police Station. The DPO, Mr Rotimi, gave each detective a red-carpet reception. After everything had been discussed in his office, the investigation commenced. Sadly, the first inspection did not earn a jar of water. No one appeared as a suspect until one afternoon when the students at Ayetoro Grammar School were scattered over the football pitch, running, clapping, singing and frolicking around. Three female students were under the guava tree behind the school compound. They sat on the scrubs of the tree and were silently talking. Their eyes looked serious, dim and pale.
"I miss Jummy dearly. Had I known she would die, I would not have accepted the bribe from him to make Jummy receptive to the assignment," One stated almost in a whisper.
None of the girls commented.
"I feel guilty and ashamed that Jimmy is gone and the teacher is sacked and locked up in the cell," she added.
At that point, Detective Ruth sneaked out of where she was lurking and arrested Nene. The rest of the girls shivered and firmly squinted because the detective's gun was straightened towards them. But when they opened their eyes moments later, Nene had been dragged away like a goat to be slaughtered on Christmas day.
At Ayetoro Police Station, Nene could see the teacher in the cell, although she feigned she had not caught a glimpse of him. He looked weary and hungry and his hair, of course, was unkempt. Within her, she felt inhumane. She was handcuffed and sitting on a bench in the precinct room where the policemen carried out examinations on their suspects. The teacher, who saw Nene in a handcuff, felt the urge to ask her what was up, but his lips would not part.
"Sergeant!" Detective Ruth called when she and her colleague reached the precinct house to enjoin the suspect.
At once, the sergeant, a garrulous and pot-belly man, was in the room. He saluted them.
"Is there a private room we could take this suspect to for investigation?" Detective Kunle asked, wearing dark sunglasses.
"Yes, sir," the sergeant responded, leading the suspect and the detectives through the narrowed path that led to the private room.
Nene was now alone with the detectives. She loved the idea of bringing her down to the new room where the teacher would not hear her speak. The room was mum except for Nene's heartbeats.
"Who issued you a bribe that led to Jimmy's death?" Detective Ruth asked as calmly as she could.
"I didn't collect a bribe from anyone, mah. I am innocent," she timidly mumbled.
"Look at that object," Detective Kunle yelled, demonstrating his upper finger towards an iron connected to an extension, "I will use it on your back if you fail to confess,"
Nene felt aghast. She could see smoke flying up from the iron. Her eyes became dilated when she imagined such an object on her skin. Detective Ruth was about to press the hot side of the iron to Nene's back when Nene panted and her heart started throbbing like a drum.
"Would you confess now?" The detective roared, gently shifting the object towards her.
"Ye....s," she stammered, "I will confess. Don't burn me. I will confess," she screamed.
"If you fail to confess this time around, I will also cut a toe from your feet," Detective Kunle threatened, "Now, who bribed you?"
"Prince Adeolu!" She said and scratched her head.
"Prince Adeolu!"