His justification.

Back when I was young... Younger than I am right now, I lived in the daily horror that one day, some dirty old man would be my boss and use me over and over.
We all lived in fear of sugar daddies taking hostage of our destiny, and us being reduced into 'used women'.
What a guy like Gatonye will NOT tell you, is that he is the worst kind of a sugar papa. I mean, he will use words like "You are a very special girl..." and you will feel like you ARE special. mostly this is not in the form of needing more education, special school special, but more of, life will be kind to you, kind of special.
And i believed it.
when a man holds your destiny so casually, in the word special, then there is no reason not to believe him. when he makes it clear that he has your best interest at heart... who will not believe?
and how does he justify this?
He say that he is a gentleman. yes, a fucking honest to go gentleman, who will be true and honest, and all things that make you want to tear.
And I believed him.
I did.
Until one day, he called me in the company of Carol, a girl we met at a trip to Meru, for a Court case.
Carol is the ideal girl to have a fling with. She was demanding and shameless. She was with his co-counsel, and so, she had the benefit to play both men.
Carol, also was set up to get all the information about me to send back to him, in exchange for.... (whatever). And she did. she told him that I would never tell on him because I knew his wife! (he must be shaking his head today, and wondering what happened, because I told.)
So, WG calls me one evening, then stops suddenly, by claiming there are cops there. He unwittingly leaves the phone on, and I listen to every word he had ever told me, as he tells Carol. Hah! The man is on post-paid, so the 30 minute listening was no juice. He tells her that he knows her employer at the insurance company she worked, and he could get her another job... with my current (then current boss) at a certain Media House!!!
I am so shocked, that I decide to ask him, just to hear what the *&%^#%Q has to say about it.
Listen to this...
"what do you mean another gal?"
"i heard you..." I insist.
"No. No. No... There is no other girl. It is only you and Mama Gatonye..."
I Cross Waiyaki Way... and ponder. I Pretend to be stupid and maybe dump... or a mild case of amnesia.. because, this man. this bloody fucking man wants me to forget something I heard so clearly. He forgets I have a Photographic Memory, and that My IQ is higher than his. Yes, I have said that. so? Bite me. It IS HIGHER!
He plays along those lines...
Until I tell him to call Safaricom and get the real details. I promise I can do the same.
Hehehehehehe!!!
Then the pipe bursts, and he says he misses my body, and would like to meet me at 4pm, at 'our place'... meaning that continental hotel in westlands. 4 pm? 4pm? Mister, 4pm, is like not going to work at all.
So, the fucker was screwing carol. Now I know? How do I know?
a. Because, he wants to meet at 4pm.
b. Because I will shop till I drop!