Double Evidence

He must pay. Despite the fact that I found this new development in my role as platoon leader to be disturbing, I decided to look for a means to compete with it. After all, the third law of motion that Newton proposed is fairly straightforward and easy to understand: "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction."

I was going to immediately respond with a reply that was proportional to the actions... And I was able to accomplish it.

I spotted Eazi and a girl sitting at an area conversing. I couldn't help but wonder what type of man would keep a girl like that outside in the sun rather than in a comfortable joint. It is likely that he is unable to dispense cash. I couldn't help but wonder how he could have banged, kissed, and cuffed that girl without exhibiting much class.

They were enjoying an inexpensive ice cream, one of those varieties that could be purchased for two for N50. Even with his babes, he maintained a reputation as a cruel miser. That lovely young lady deserved something more than what she was getting. Therefore, I went to them in order to brighten their day.

We exchanged some words for a while. He continued to bore the girl with talk of movies and fashion, which made the conversation quite dull. What kind of a man does something like that!!! I immediately invited the both  to my place in the Ngwori neighborhood.

After assuring the strange guy that I would pay for whatever he will drink, he changed his mind and went forward with us to the joint. Indeed, poverty is a disease that wreaks havoc on people's lives. After that, we headed to the Ngwori, and I placed the drink order.

When I told the girl I was going to order irish cream for her, I saw the look of surprise on her face. The weird guy was treating her horribly, and she did not deserve it in the least. She deserved better.

A friend of mine who is a sergeant came into the joint with some of his fellow soldiers. After I bought him drinks at this same Ngwori joint, we became friends, and he promised me that with him at my side, I would have no issues while I was in camp. I met him only once, but it was at this my Ngwori hangout.

I was relieved to have a friend who served in the military. My parents instilled in me the belief that having meaningful connections is really important in life. My father had acquaintances in virtually every sphere of life, including the military, the legal system, government, religious communities, the medical profession, and so on.

When he needed a favor, all he had to do was give a quick phone call, and everything was taken care of. After I had purchased drinks for my buddies in the military, the table quickly became full. I invited Ella over. I had already committed to taking her out earlier. Before we had even finished the bottle of red label, the strange guy was already tipsy and acting strangely.

I had to place an order for several soft drinks for him so that the drink would be less heavy. It was evident that he consumed cheap bear on a regular basis. On that particular day, I was prepared to get him drunk and mess him up. I wanted the girl to realize how uninteresting her boyfriend was to her.

But the big whistle has been blown for the parade in the evening! That turned out to be his savior. My acquaintance in the military advised me to exit the Ngwori as soon as possible since personnel on duty will soon be entering the area to search for corpers.

After they departed, I got up and went with them. I should have known better than to talk to that odd guy after he'd had a few drinks. As I was leaving the Ngwori, I felt sorry for him.

When I saw him in such condition, I couldn't help but wonder how he was going to get to the hostel. I got in touch with the photographer by phone and let him know that I was on my way to his room. After I asked for and received permission to leave with Ella, I did so.

To put it mildly, I couldn't contain my excitement. Tonight was going to be the night that I finally won my first bet. Following the completion of the red label's business with the strange individual, he would be required to pay me N2,000.

I drove to the photographer's home, unlocked the door to his room, and took Ella inside. Almost instantly, we converged on each other and began to interact. As we continued to kiss and court each other, I noticed that the wine had made her more vulnerable.

Within a matter of minutes, our clothing had become disorganized and dispersed around the floor. She was displaying such fervent emotion, and I couldn't help but wonder whether the drink was to blame. Before I pulled her pants down, we kissed passionately for a bit. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a condom, and then I put it on.

I wriggled my way into her wet core while her legs were spread far apart. I went to pleasure town on her with a vengeance. She was acting crazily on the bed as she dragged herself closer to me so that I could cut her bangs. I gave her a rough bear bang while she whimpered in a very audible manner.

We were moaning and turning our hips against each other as we were squished up against each other and buried deep into each other. While she was lying on her back on the bed, I shifted her position so that her buttocks faced me.

I climbed on top of her from behind, and when she was overcome with ecstasy, she grabbed onto the pillow for support. She continued to resist my thrusts by pressing her hips against them. As we both came in big thrusts from the front, I continued to bang her from behind.

I removed the condom from my joy stick, knotted it, and then wrapped it in my hanky. The strange individual was going to be taken aback when I presented him with my evidence. We slumbered for a couple of hours in the room before making our way back to the camp.

When I arrived at the hostel, I was startled to find that the strange one was not there. It seemed to me that the booze had an effect on him. I anticipated finding him ensconced in his bedroom, soundly dozing off to dreamland.

Before coming back to the hostel, I went out and played on the play station for a while. The strange man had not arrived back yet. I was so concerned! Let it not be the case that he had fallen asleep while at the parade ground.

I lugged his foam around and even laid down on it. A few minutes later, he came back wearing a satisfied expression on his face. I was surprised that he didn't appear to be drunk. He was so sure of himself that he confidently demanded his foam.

I intended to demand that I be given back my 2,000 naira, but there was something wrong. Before I could make my requests, I first needed to find out what was getting him so excited. He showed me two used condoms that he had pulled out of his pocket. I was caught off guard; I don't know how he managed to pull that off!

It was sufficient evidence that he had completed two rounds when he showed me a photo of them on his phone. Why did I fail to anticipate such a thing happening? It was not necessary for me to display my used condom. It was necessary for me to alter the rules.

That is precisely what I ended up doing. It was evident that the girl had feelings for this unfortunate oddball guy. If I did not make any changes to the wager and let it stand as is, I was going to come out on the losing end.

I informed him, "You can't be fucking the same girl all the time," which is an impossible scenario. He asked, "What do you mean by that?"

The offer was for 2,000 Naira in exchange for any used condom. I responded with a "yes." "But what's the point in fucking, kissing, and making out with the same female over and over again?" I got a kick out of seeing the disappointment written all over his face.

He must have believed that he had won the first bet he placed. "You have your N2K for any new female that you fuck here at this camp,"   Same for me". He gave me an angry look before asking for additional condoms to use.

I happily handed him some. I had to amp up my game because that weird guy was so close to defeating me. I'm going to have to come up with some creative new strategies to win the bet. That is just what I did.

In the event that he produces an old condom, I was planning to back out of the wager. How on earth could something like that take place! Today in the morning? I watched as he got closer and pulled a paper out of his pocket! We are so fortunate! The good news is that it wasn't a condom. But what exactly is written in the paper?

I really hope this is not a court affidavit that requires him to swear under oath that he slept with a girl the night before the hearing. I inquired, "What exactly is that?" "These are my medical records," he responded . 

I felt a sense of relief. I inquired as to when you had departed from the parade. He responded by saying, "After that camp commandant made his speech, I just flashed the paper and walked away."

I was curious about your health, so I asked, "What medical condition do you have?" It seemed as though he was deliberating over whether or not he should tell me in the length of time that passed before he finally responded. He gave me a wry grin and said, "It's fake."

It was faked from the federal medical center at home. I am going to put it to use for my re-deployment later on". It wasn't unheard of for people to forge medical documents, but there was something about him that made me think he was concealing something.

I decided to let it go, and if there was something he wasn't disclosing to me, he is free to keep it to himself. We talked for some time. I inquired about his academic institution and the course he studied. It was the very first time that I had the opportunity to get to know him better. He had a lighthearted and easygoing demeanor. I had no choice but to ask him, "Where do you stay to f'u'ckk?"

Since then, I have had a lot of questions regarding that. I was taken aback by the fact that he altered the guidelines and insisted that fucking joy would no longer be taken into account.

I didn't have any other plan for where I was going to fuck up or how I was going to do it. Joy's favorite place to hang out was the Delight Kitchen restaurant, where the chef was a friend of Joy's and only let us use the space because of her.

I cant try to bring another woman there. I was curious as to where the ugly one was getting his flexing on. It appeared that he already had a good network of connections within the camp. 

He told me that they were "at a friend's place outside of camp."

He plans to break camp whenever he feels like going to fuck. It would appear that he had everything under control. He had already surpassed me in my previous accomplishment.

He has worked out the venue, which was one of the two major factors challenging the new wager — the other factor being girls. It was only a question of time before he figured out how to get the girls.

For my part, finding a suitable location was going to be a significant obstacle. When it comes to dealing with girls, I am able to find a solution that works for me. 

After taking a bath, I checked my phone to see if I had any missed calls from Joy or Jane.

When I finally got around to calling Jane, she was upset about the fact that I had ignored her for so long. She voiced her displeasure by stating, "You don't even want to know if the sickness later killed me."

I chuckle at her joke and offer an apology for the manner in which I behaved earlier. I assured her that I would call her later. We were given the signal to assemble at the parade ground, which would serve as the location for the opening ceremony.

After hearing the military men start their customary shouts of "move it" and "double up," we exited the building. Ms. Sharon got in touch with me almost instantly. I had absolutely no recollection whatsoever that she had requested that we get together after the morning parade.

As I picked up the phone to answer her call, she remarked, "It seems like you enjoy getting my calls." Because she did not give off an angry vibe, I felt some relief.

I responded to her by saying that I had "gone to freshen up at the hostel." "Please report to the office."  she said and hung up.

I changed the direction of my movement to go to her office or room rather than the parade ground. At the office, I spoke with an elderly lady who was sitting at the second desk. It's likely that she is the person who Sharon is sharing her office and room with.

Her newborn was soundly dozing off in the cradle that was placed next to her. It appears that the information contained in the file that she was holding is difficult for her to comprehend. Even as I greeted her, she did not look away from the object.

I walked in and took a seat at Ms Sharon's table. Ms Sharon emerged from the inner chamber much later.

She was dressed appropriately for the occasion, as she wore a suit. She was actually looking bright and happy, which highlighted her good looks.

She looked at the food flask on her desk, as if it weren't supposed to be there. "Have you eaten?" she inquired, and I shook my head. "Take that," she said, pointing to the flask. When I opened it, I noticed it contained the same food that was served in the kitchen.