Her shirt was removed and set aside, revealing her bare chest lightly covered by a white bra. The sight stirred intense warmth in Rama, and she moved closer to him, undoing buttons on her blouse with delicate gestures.
Eventually, the bra was set aside, exposing her upper body as Rama's hands continued to explore gently. It didn't take long for him to reach her lower garments, gradually loosening the skirt while maintaining a careful rhythm.
Frida cooperated, lifting slightly to allow adjustments. The waistband of her undergarment was loosened to allow better comfort.
This prompted Rama to place a hand on her, guiding gently, while using his mouth with delicate attention. Simultaneously, he continued to adjust the lower garment with careful motions, causing Frida to respond physically with restrained reactions.
Rama continued, attending to her in a way that was intense but careful. Frida responded with equal energy, holding him tightly, while he slowly removed his trousers and remained in undergarments.
Frida then moved to adjust him, guiding his hands, still maintaining their private interaction. He gradually removed his remaining undergarments, leaving only inner clothing, while Frida assisted.
"Careful!" she exclaimed, as her vision blurred slightly. Rama adjusted his position to ensure stability, lowering the garment carefully while Frida moved her body to accommodate the rhythm.
The structure of the house, resembling a desert-like openness, allowed Rama to handle his movements smoothly and enter the room without disruption. He guided her safely into the interior, where the space was warm and soft, providing comfort for their continued private activity.
Finally, once inside, Rama lifted her slightly to adjust her position, and she aligned her body closely, allowing him to continue their private engagement. They moved together in sync, both immersed in a shared, euphemistically described intimacy.
Meanwhile, Manjenje had set up near Frida's neighborhood, close to the well-known Tanita graves in Mbagala Kichemchem. Driven by curiosity, he surveilled the area as if inspecting a small project.
Using tips from one of his student informants, he located Frida's home near a small neighborhood shop. He positioned himself nearby, ordering a beer while keeping watch. Hours passed without anyone entering or leaving the black-gated house, leaving him frustrated. Toward evening, he finally saw Frida arrive in her school uniform.
It had been long since she left school, and seeing her there confirmed his suspicions. He knew she had left with Rama earlier, which indicated she had completed her prior engagements. The realization unsettled him, recalling their past interactions and the traps he had anticipated.
He considered confronting her but recalled the limits imposed by school and authority. Instead, he stayed put, drinking quietly and observing.
As the sun set, he noticed a modern Toyota Mark II stop at the gate, with a soldier in a red cap at the wheel. He stiffened at the sight, noting the controlled and alert presence.
Drinking his beer became a bitter task as he contemplated leaving the area. His mind warned him not to enter the street, recognizing the danger. He knew the soldier he saw was vigilant and capable, making any pursuit risky.
"Even the firearm… I can sense it," he whispered nervously, realizing this was his first close encounter with someone of such authority. He recalled hearing that Frida was a soldier's daughter, but seeing the man confirmed her proximity to danger.
"The beer won't help now, and that grip could break my waist like a stick. She's dangerous… No, this is not the place. I'll leave before trouble finds me," he thought, drinking slowly and focusing on escaping safely.