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“You are the best friends I have had in my twenty seven years of life. The day Stanley introduced me to you all; I had no clue as to how much blessing friendships with you all would become to me. I want to say once again, thank you.” Eve began to sob; Stanley and all his friends applauded her and stood to their feet to give her a hug. When the hugging was over, Stanley took her into his hands and kissed away the tears on her face. The next day was her wedding with Stanley, a guy she had dated four years. The meeting was a private one. Stanley’s six friends had hosted the two of them to bid them farewell into blissful marital union. It was their tradition to do so each time one of them was to tie the nuptial cord. Stanley and his six friends had known each other for years before Eve got know Stanley, and subsequently his group of friends. Stanley had made it clear to all of the guys in the group that Eve was not to be touched. His intentions were clear from the first day; he was going to marry her. The group of friends was made of Mayo, Chucks, Clara, Stanley, Bimpe, Steve and Stella – four guys and three girls in all. Bimpe and Stella were married while Clara was still single. Amongst the guys, the last single guy was Stanley who was getting married the next day. The group of friends was so knit together that they made shocking sacrifices for each other and would go to war for one another.

The first day Eve hung out with them, she was put off by some of their crass and vulgar jokes. From the impression they made on her, she concluded they were not the likes of people she would like to mingle with. She loved Stanley and could tell he was a good guy, but what she could not figure out was what he was doing with the farouche group he called friends. They were not orderly, gentlemanly and ladylike. They talked rough and swore a lot. From her upbringing she learnt people should not behave that way. However as Stanley kept spending time with his friends and Eve sometimes tagged along, she began to see Stanley’s friends differently. They were selfless; the sort of group who put their friends first in all they did. With time Eve came to realize she had judged them rather too quickly. As years rolled by, the respect Eve had for Stanley and his friends grew. However there were things she didn’t know about them. Had she uncovered the litany of secrets which lay amongst them, perhaps that would have changed the sad events which unfolded later.

Eve was a deftly shaped pretty lady with a piquant mind. For Stanley Eve was his world. He often boasted that God looked upon his soul, found his peculiar needs and then went to work to produce Eve for him. Those who knew Eve could not agree more. She was a bundle of beauty sealed in a package of gentle and quiet spirit. She was graceful and had a natural charm which made her easily calm even the most stubborn men. In trying moments, she would cut the figure of a lily pushing through a storm, surprising her friends with her veiled staying power. “I have always had a dream about what my wedding will look like. It is going to turn out just the way I have dreamt it,” she said to Stanley who was standing by the kitchen door watching her ravishingly. “I don’t care how the wedding turns out; all I want is to get married to you Eve.” Stanley stepped away from the door and put his hands around her lithe, seductively sculptured body. “I don’t mind getting wedded to you right here,” Stanley continued. “You have held on for about four years, there is no need to rush in now baby. Our wedding is a week away, after which you will know much a bad girl I have prepared myself to be to you.” She winked at him, held him tightly and continued, “We will have the whole of our lives to love each other, and we will never stop loving each other. I have a vow with God to keep. The moment I say ‘I do’ on the altar, that vow will be broken and I will be yours forever.” Eve said, her voice sounding like a songbird.

Their church service was straight to the point; there was not much tales told by the preacher. Eve had a word with the preacher earlier and asked he save his sermon for Sunday and wed them without too much homily about failed marriages and how to save theirs from crashing. The preacher had laughed hard when Eve said to him, “If you decide to preach long and delay us, the truth is you will have wasted your time because I won’t remember a word from whatever you preach. On that day my mind will be on stripping down after my wedding, and letting Stanley have his way with my body. I have waited four years for it. I hope you won’t delay me any further.”  “If you have kept yourself and waited that much, which is pleasing in the Lord’s sight, then I won’t delay you a second on that day,” the preacher had assured. After the exchange of vows and rings, the newly wedded couple had sessions of photo shots with relatives and friends; during which their friends gave all present a taste of the part which awaited them at the reception. While Eve was taking shots with several guests, she had spotted two men in a car some distance from their photo stand pointing at her and saying stuff she could not make out. When her eyes met with theirs, they turned their faces away and drove away fast.

Their wedding reception was held in an open garden. Tents and marquees were positioned around trees and flowers, and was decorated in a manner which accentuated the natural beauty in the garden. Behind where the couple sat, there was a man made a brook which carved through the garden, giving guests the feeling they were in some Garden of Eden. The lawn in the garden which was encased by trees, had rich green grass, giving the impression the garden was some sort of ‘love coven’. It had taken Eve and her friends weeks to find the garden for her wedding reception.

There was an experienced mixologist whom Eve hired to create their own signature drink for guests.  She had seen that in a movie and so chose to throw it into her wedding plan. They had a quirky lopsided cake iced in bright primary colours and was decorated with feathers and sparklers. It was a supersized pure chocolate creation and was themed around one of Stanley’s favourite movies.  They had a cool alternative to the traditional sit-down meal by letting guests dine from a number of food stations so they could pick their favourite dishes. Eve planned what she called ‘the big exit’. It was a glamourous ‘going away’ moment for her and Stanley about half an hour before the end of the reception. It was arranged so their guests could send them off in style before the sparks in the reception would fizzle out.

When Eve and Stanley left the reception, their destination was hotel de la crème, an upscale hotel in the city famous for its international services. “We have dreamt this day for long and now it is here,” Eve said as she held Stanley closer to her body. Stanley took her cue for what it was and kissed her passionately. Eve relished every bit of his invading kiss. She moaned, twisted herself and sat on his laps. Their driver had to wind up the glass between him and the couple he was taking to hotel de la crème. Eve giggled and said to the driver, “Thanks for your understanding,” even though she knew he wasn’t going to hear her. He had wound up the glass because the steamy passionate session between the couple at the back seat was getting in the way of his driving. With the momentary privacy they had, Eve asked Stanley, “Baby should I undress now?” She had the look on her face which gave Stanley the impression she wasn’t joking. “You can’t be serious. How can you undress in a car taking us to the hotel? What has come over you? This is unlike you.” “Didn’t I tell you I am a naughty girl in a good way? I have kept my vow with God, now that I am married, please don’t deny me.”

Stanley looked at her curiously and began to laugh. Eve made a face, pretending she had some super power; she tried to pull off Stanley’s head from his neck. Stanley fell back on the seat, tilted his head and played dead. Eve put her hand under his armpit and tickled him. He laughed hard, sprang up and raising his hands high like a bear about to claw its prey to death, he came after her. Eve raised her hands in similar fashion and growling like a bear, she attacked him. Both of them held each other in their hands and kissed until their car pulled up in hotel de la crème. Normally Eve should have waited for Stanley to get down first and open the door for her, but she sprang out of the car first. Holding her wedding gown with one arm she ran to the other side of the car and grabbed Stanley who had just stepped out of the car and led him into the hotel lobby, hurrying to their room.

In the room, both of them peeled their clothes off in a hurry. Just then there was a knock on the door. “Oh God, who is that? Babe, ignore the knock,” Eve said with desperation. When the knock persisted Stanley slipped away from Eve, got in his clothe and went to check who was at the door. Eve took the moment to use the restroom. While she was in the restroom, she heard a husky male voice ask Stanley, “Where is she?” The question was followed by a scream from Stanley. The man had hurt him. Eve flew out of the restroom and met Stanley in a pool of blood on the floor. She was terrified and screamed, “Help! Help! Somebody Help!”  The man raised his hand, revealing a pistol with a silencer device on it barrel. Eve raised her hands in the air and pleaded, “Please don’t shoot me! Don’t please!” The man fired shots at her, dropping her to the floor. In seconds the spot where she lay was stained with blood. Certain he had done his job, the man quietly closed the door and left.
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