The gentleman, if he thought he had easily overwhelmed her, was gravely mistaken. It required skill and finesse beyond ordinary effort to engage this young lady, far more than the simple cunning one might use in other trivial matters. Siyawezi was no ordinary person; he was like a fish to water, naturally adept despite never being formally trained.
The driver observed her movements attentively as her body responded, shifting in rhythm. He felt the intensity rise and chose to maintain the moment, not withdrawing, savoring the shared sensation. Eventually, a strong yet manageable weight settled, his focus still on careful coordination, indicating the continuation of their interaction.
Nearby, at the edge of the secondary school grounds, there was an old shed. It provided shelter and shadows for students avoiding class, or for youths seeking privacy for their activities. Inside, the space was lined with cement, making plant growth difficult.
In one corner, four young people in school uniforms sat on bricks against the wall, each holding a small item alight in their hands. They puffed and passed it around, while counting time until their break allowed them to leave and join others.
"Last night I didn't even put Siyawezi in the dark, I didn't plan to stop him or intervene; I just tried to watch," one said, making the others laugh.
A friend replied, "That young lady seems spirited; if you handle her wrong, you could get surprised. I don't know what she holds inside, but it's potent."
"You've entered another's space now, you might meet someone who recognizes you in the dark," another cautioned.
"Joji, I didn't get you clearly," asked the reporter.
"My friend, you restrained him there, he realized who it was and eased off carefully. I admit it was sharp, but that was the moment," Joji explained, making everyone laugh.
"Ah, he will realize himself, I just calmed myself and returned inside. That lady, even the story I don't know, the challenge was enough, I had to test my limits," another said.
"Stay calm, maybe if she resisted badly you would have experienced the full surprise in the dark," Joji added.
"That child, I don't know how she maintains her composure, it's impressive and rare," said another.
"Don't go asking again now, you got the experience. Soon you'll need to handle finances if you want to deal here," another warned.
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During all this, Siyawezi had been adjusting his position for a long time, occasionally expressing his surprise as the gentleman remained attentive below. The young lady, aware of the careful play, held herself in a way that accentuated her form, showing natural grace without constraint.
She guided her hands gently to the young man, who was slender and untrained in comparison. Her careful motions interacted with his, lifting and adjusting subtly, creating a fluid rhythm. She moved with grace, shifting sides as he observed, eyes closed in concentration.
She pressed lightly, coordinating with the small weight present on him, moving with a steady, graceful tempo. The young man's movements mirrored hers, maintaining a controlled but energetic pace. She continued with subtle, flowing adjustments, guiding him in a way that blended effort and responsiveness.
He responded to her tempo, moving the object forward and back, careful yet deliberate, holding her firmly while she guided the motion. Each step was attentive, combining playful skill and mutual engagement.
Finally, he completed the motion, signaling her to move down lightly, which she acknowledged with a brief pause. Siyawezi observed for a few seconds, then continued with gentle, rhythmic motions. He leaned forward attentively, his focus on the interaction, softly engaging with the gesture.
Even when startled by sudden movements, he maintained composure, eyes closed, continuing the interaction with finesse. The object remained in place, energy ebbing and returning naturally, allowing the play to continue without interruption. He guided the motion, maintaining steady rhythm and skill throughout, finishing with subtle adjustments.
"Why do you leave me like this? I was heading to school, and you brought me here," she said.
"Wait, let me rest first, I'm tired," he replied.
"Tell me where the water is so I can clean up and leave," she asked.
"It's in the pants pocket; take it, you'll find water outside, just go wash," he answered.
Siyawezi rose, thinking back on the intense activity. He reached into the gentleman's pocket, took a note, and placed it on his clothing. Then he picked up the sheet from the bed, wrapped himself, and stepped outside. He left his companion still exhausted, on the verge of sleep from the ordeal.
"Teacher, what did I do wrong? Do I have a relationship with him for you to punish me?" she asked.
"So you argue with me, Rama, I told you to clear the table so I could settle with you. Don't think you're clever every time," he replied.
"Listen, being called Teacher doesn't mean you can hit us however you like. I know you follow Frida, you act aggressively, and now you come to settle your anger with me. No one hits me, and if you touch me, we deal with it right here in the office, just the two of us," he warned.