Memoir OF A Male Sex Addict!! [Love, Betrayal and Romance] episode 2

Grow up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he will never depart from it (prov 22:6)
Early days of December 1992, a historical child was given birth to. I was given a name that was reserved for people who the pastors saw something of great potentials in. I later discovered that my parents were Top notch Christians, worshipping with a Bible believing church that is being regarded as ‘STRICT” when it comes to its members associating themselves with the “World”
You rather not have a fridge or a television in the house, because it will surely leady you to hell fire, so they said. Every morning before we prepare for school, we were compelled as children to either help in the morning devotion prayers or lead the hymn session or close the prayer. Any of them, it will surely not escape you, so just be prepared. We were barred from going outside our compound, which is just a 2 storey building, inhabited by my father’s colleagues in his workplace. It was a government owned apartment so it was highly reserved and taken care of so well. Few months later, the government sold the building to private realtors therefore the increase in rent made papa Jamie pack out of the building and relocated to lagos. He explained he needed to hustle big time so as to take care of his dwindling fortunes that resulted from non-payments of salaries from the government of the state. It was an emotional farewell and we all cried about it. Few weeks later, things became hard for us too so Mama had to start up a little business very close to daddy’s school so as to compliment daddy’s salary. Due to lack of time to take care of us, I heard mummy telling daddy that we needed to get a Maid!
“A maid??” daddy fumed. The values and morals of our children will be at risk! Explained daddy but mummy held her ground. Few weeks later, we welcomed Aunty Jecinta to our house and she became our maid. She didn’t last long because she always fell-out with mummy and she couldn’t take it again, so she decided to leave. Not quite long after Aunty Jecinta left, we welcomed Aunty Uche to our house as our maid again. Aunty Uche was always dressing as a church girl, as if she attends our church. Days ran into weeks, and weeks ran into months, Daddy started travelling because of his Job, and Mummy was coming back quite late most times because of her sales. I am my 2 sisters were left with aunty Uche. I was 7, Steph was 5 and Mary was 9. Most times, I was alone with aunty Uche because Mary and steph were playing with their dolls in the Sitting room. “Do you know you are handsome?” aunty Uche asked me… “Hmmm” “are you serious aunty?” I replied. “So much”, aunty Uche answered back. “You are my little baby” she told me, before making her mouth touch my own mouth. Whatever that means, I don’t know but if feels good, it tastes good, it seems good, it is good!! I said to myself. Aunty, “do me another one naaa…” I requested.. Then she made her mouth touch my own mouth again. “Wow!!” I replied. “Make sure you don’t tell mummy ooo..” she said. “I won’t” I replied her. Then she made her mouth touch my own mouth continuously again till we heard footsteps approaching. She quickly kept me on the floor and appeared busy while I acted as if I was looking for my “:Pankare Ball” Mummy is back was what I heard next and I quickly left the room and rushed to the “palour” in excitement.
I started staying together more often with aunty Uche… not really for anything in particular, or wait…. Is it because of the way she makes her mouth touch my own mouth? Maybe oooo….
This evening, we experienced power failure as usual, then I rushed to Aunty Uche’s room and asked her to “DO” me another thing that will be sweet to me na. With a type of smile she always put up, she told me that I allow her to carry me. “No problems Aunty” I hurriedly obliged.