#bsscrew

“I can’t handle another battered woman. Please, I’m going to bed.” Abigail sighed. “I’m tired.” “Would you want one on something else?” Toya squinted. “There’s one about choice.” “We said we’d do at least three each time we meet,” Sybil said softly. “The brute I was in a relationship with beat me up at the back of our house while my mum prepared food for him in the kitchen.” “Can you read it,…

“This makes no sense to me. Trash it.” “Wait. Wait a minute…she’s sixteen!” “The heading is confusing.” Abigail stared closer at her screen. “She’s been married for sixteen years not that she’s sixteen.” “My bad,” Toya said and laughed. “I just saw sixteen.” “But was she saying she was denied sex sixteen years ago or now?” Abigail scanned the page. “Her words are unclear and make the story…

“Deal!” “No deal.” “Stop it!” Abigail laughed. “You don’t even know what we are dealing.” “Let’s take a guess,” Toya said. Sybil winked. “And a bet.” “Lai! My mummy will beat me.” Abigail pouted. “My mummy said betting is not good.” “Hahaha!” Sybil rolled her eyes. “Life itself is a bet.” “You can tell me about it!” Toya sighed. “I find myself on the no deal side every time.” “Awww.”…

“Dang!” “Bad word.” “In this case, a bleeding bad word, please. Huh!” “I am curious about this person’s age and gender,” Toya said. “I say sixteen. Female,” Sybil said. “My guess too,” Abigail said. Toya sighed. “That will be tough. Let’s read please.” Dear, BSS Crew. My name is AC. I am eighteen, going on nineteen, and a lower-six student at a school where my mother is a teacher. My mom…

“You probably are, honey!” “Ha ha ha.” “For me, beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” Toya said. “I don’t care how you look as long as you are a perfect fit for me.” Abigail rolled her eyes. “Says the girl who has only dated handsome men in her life.” “The word handsome is quite subjective as we all may come to understand it,” Sybil said. “People are beautiful in different ways. Some may…

“Trouble.” “Why do you say that?” “Of course, she will ruffle the waters.” “Or maybe she’s snobbish and quiet and they are unable to win her,” Abigail said. Sybil scoffed. “Win her to do what?” Abigail rolled her eyes. “Join office hangouts, na. What else?” “Huh, office-gini?” Toya grunted. “This doesn’t sound like general something. It sounds personal.” “Let’s read it then,” Abigail…

“Oh crap.” “No swearing!” “Is crap a swear word?” Sybil grunted. “I don’t know. I’m not an English expert.” “Then why say no swearing when you don’t know.” Toya snapped. “Gosh, Sybil, you’re a lot.” Sybil grinned. “That’s why my husband married me.” “But seriously, is crap a swear word,” Abigail said. “I don’t think so. Maybe just a bad word.” Toya shrugged. “I use it all the time.” “It’s…

“This is different.” “Is there anything like nasty friends?” “If they are nasty, why are they your friends?” “My thoughts exactly.” Sybil fussed over a pimple on her cheek. “People and their issues.” “Don’t burst that pimple,” Abigail muttered. “I was going to say that,” Toya said. “If you were beside me, I’d slap your hand.” “Glad I’m not beside you,” Sybil muttered. “In fact, glad you’re…