DAY XLII 99 DAYS WRITING CHALLENGE (Adult contents; readers' discretion is advised) OBITUARY! I don't speak English. But I recognized my name in the obituary. I ran my fingers across the banner. What a photo-shopped picture! I barely recognized myself. I took the passport when I got the job of driving oga. My death is unforgivable, so was my last crime. Madam and I were excited on our return from Ikeja cantonment where we dropped oga off for his mission to Sambisa. We knew our escapades just got two more legs in his absence. I parked the car, closed the gate, leaving the pedestrian entrance half open for neighbors. I moved on madam as we got to the bedroom. I was crazed horny. I kissed her hair and she made to pull down my boxers, lifted my erected rod and took me into her mouth. She sensed my onrushing orgasm, and pushed me on the bed. I unbottoned her blouse, unhooked her bra, she shrugged out of it and let it drop. her ni**les were large and erect. We kissed and explored each other with our hands. Her hot kisses made me want to taste every delicious inch part of her, and I did, arriving at the warm juncture of her thighs. I spread her legs and made love to her with my tongue. She began to moan under my loving lash. As we were filled with erotic tension, I heard footsteps at the door and looked the direction to see oga in his starched green army khaki, pointing an ash color pistol. The sound from the barrel was the last sound I heard in my life.