As a young man about a decade ago, I was very friendly with many people, regardless of their sex or origin. It got to a stage that ladiesalways swarm around me due to my boisterous nature, which made some men believe that I must be a casanova of some sort. In fact, some friends got angry with me, believing that Ihad snatched their girlfriends or deprived them of having access to their girlfriends-to-be. Some of the ladies did not help matters as they often made love advances to me.
I often found myself between the devil and the deep bluesea. This was because if I accepted a girl’s gesture, others would be happy and rejecting them too had its own catalogue of woes.
One of my Juliets decided to teach this Romeo the lesson ofhis life.
Shehad made advances to me but I discreetly spurned her. I later got married to alady of my choice, whom I love and respect a lot. I was still my friendly and boisterous self with people but I made it a pointnever to advance beyond certain limits with the opposite sex.
This lady, having been observing me for some time, hatcheda well thought out plot to trap me. I was at a party alone, as my wife had to stay back to rest. Unknown to me, my drink had been drugged. Shortly aftertaking some sips, I started feeling drowsy and some ladies that were part ofthe plan offered to help me to my car. I passed out on the way to the car and I only woke up to find myself naked in a hotel room with the two ladies, uncladbeside me. I could not believe it when they told me that I asked them out and that we spent the whole night together.
I was further jolted when they narrated that I used sexual stimulants to be able to handle both of them. I quickly dressed up and wenthome to my wife who had been worried about me all night. My feeble excuse to cover the betrayal was that I was ill and that had to stay back at the celebrant’s place.
The real problem came some days later when this lady, who had earlier proposed to me, insisted that I must start a relation ship with her. I reiterated my earlier answer and she became rather aggressive in her approach. When I made an attempt to spurn her once more she gave me the shocker. She brought out pictures of the two ladies and myself in compromising positions.Infact, nobody would believe that I was innocent. She then gave me an ultimatum:that I must make love to her and that I had a few days to think about it.
I was dumbfounded and confused because I did not want mywife to know what happened even as I did not really know what actuallytranspired in the hotel room that night.
She came back after some days with the name and room numberof the hotel for the rendezvous. I declined. After pleading with her, she insisted that I must pay her a certain amount of money every month, failing which the pictures would be leaked to the press.
I had to succumb since I realised the scandal could destroy my marriage and my career as a top official in a big company. I had begun paying the ‘hushmoney’ and the extortion lasted for about three years. I confided in some of my friendswho helped hatch a plan to shake her off my back.
By this time, she was married and to keep me on my toes,she kept sending some pictures periodically. I and my ‘co-conspirators’ planned that we should contract a friend who was not known to her to ask her out. The charade started and after some trials, she softened. They soon began going out and during one of the outings, she got too close to my friend and the camera man who had been following them snapped them in uncompromising positions. This plan was good to me but the main character in the plot had begun to develop real interest in her. We had to work hard to dissuade him, letting him realise that her husband was as vicious as he was jealous and could kill any perceived rival. The next month, I did not send her usual pay-off and after sending several messages to me with no reply, she came around, threatening to spill the beans. I told her that she could go ahead, telling her that she had been caught in the same web.
At first, she did not believe me until I showed her the pictures. She fainted on seeing the exposures. We had to revive her.
She was reallyafraid and pleaded passionately that I should not expose her. She, on her own part, promised to stop blackmailing me. After this, she never had cause to askfor more pay-offs.
