He stole  my virginity on my birthday...
  part( 3)*** the story continues***

Tony and I became very close as if we had known each other for ages. We talked almost every day, we prayed when things weren’t working fine, we did virtually everything together, and people even assumed that we were dating. One fateful day, I received a call from Tony, asking me to come outside my apartment that he wanted to see me and it’s very urgent. I thought that an omen had fallen upon him. I quickly grabbed my clothes without looking in the mirror. I saw him standing, with his hands crossed behind him.

I rushed to him, breathing heavily as I looked in his eyes and asked; “Tony, is everything alright?’’ He looked at me with sincerity in his eyes and said; “Yes, everything is alright. It’s just that I have been having this funny feeling lately and I can’t control it any longer. It’s high time I let it out.” He managed to spill those words. Finally, he was able to tell me why he called that late, putting fear in my mind. I looked at him with a smile on my face and said; “You don’t need to worry about anything or be scared of losing me because I believe you have what it takes to be a man and secondly, you are God-fearing as well.’’ I said so without thinking twice because within me I also felt something for Tony. We stayed out a bit late, and talked and laughed as new lovers do. As days went by, days became weeks and weeks turned into months and month’s years. We were inseparable. Tony never for a day asked me to engage in sexual immorality with him. I became aware of my femininity unlike before. Tony always told me how beautiful I am and that made me feel more confident. I began to lose my path, my direction, everything I did centered on Tony. He, being my first love and the first guy I had ever dated, I began to forget the daughter of who I was.

My prayer life became lifeless, and even my roommates noticed the change in me. Nothing mattered to me anymore, absolutely nothing except Tony. One of my roommates noticed that I had been going out with Tony and called me one day and said to me; “Mary!’’ I managed to answer; “Yes!’’ She continued, and I knew fully well what she was up to. “Mary, you are losing your path that Tony guy you think is Mr Right isn’t who you think he is. Please, do everything possible to detach yourself from him before you lose everything finally,” she said as she left me pondering on those words. After thinking and thinking, the only thing that I said to myself was; “Well, people can say things in order to get you out of the way. Maybe she is just jealous.” I said that to myself trying not to feel her words. It was a cool Tuesday morning, a day I didn’t have to go for any lecture. I was still on my bed sleeping soundly. Immediately my phone rang, I picked it up and it was my parents. “Happy birthday, my beautiful angel,” they both chorused. I was dumbfounded. I totally forgot that it was my birthday. You can imagine! “Thank you mum, thank you dad,” I said without hesitation. I pretended as if I knew it was my birthday. After my parents dropped the call, few other friends called me to wish me a happy birthday. The least I could recollect, my eighteenth birthday was celebrated at home with my family members, and my birthday was always an event I always looked forward to. I mumbled to myself; “God how come I forgot my birthday of all, what is happening to me, even my parents remembered my birthday but I myself couldn’t. Hmmmm! God have mercy on me o!’’ I mumbled these words as I got down the bed to clean myself up. The last phone call I had that day was from Tony.

He called at the right time, the time I was all dressed up, like a new bride waiting for her groom. I quickly picked the call, without any hesitation. He said: “Happy birthday babe! I wish you long life and prosperity. Just dress up and come over to my apartment. Today is a big day for us.” I danced round my room as I thought about Tony and his sweetness. My roommates were all staring at me, because they were all tired of talking about the case of Tony and I. Talking to me was like pouring water on a rock. I sang and grabbed my handbag and other things and of course my cosmetics. “Hey guys! See you all anytime I return. You all know today is my day, and you don’t need to ask me who I am going to see,” I said as I walked majestically out of the room, blowing them a kiss. I got to Tony’s apartment within 15 minutes. He opened the door, and we hugged and gave each other a welcome kiss.