Everybody in the police commander’s office was now staring at the infuriated Shalom with stunned sobering expressions.
“What did you say your name is again?” Josh Aboagye, the MP, asked softly, and Shalom fixed him with a seething look.
“I didn’t say my name is anything,” he replied and then turned to Commander Gyeshie. “Why have you let this man kidnap so many children for so long, over a month? What’s wrong with you?”
“It has been difficult getting any leads on him, Shalom,” Derbie said earnestly. “So, you think this kidnapper is fat and has asthma?”
“Yes, yes, he’s obolobo,” Shalom said irritably. “And he suffers from asthma. Plus, he’s keeping them underground, you know.”
“Underground!” Josh Aboagye shouted, almost apoplectic. “How did you know that, young man?”
“Because the phone had an echoic effect, and I could hear cars passing overheard, their engines sounding hollow because of the underneath vacuum! Also, I heard anyyyaaaaachilogolo, amewuuuuuujalagakanla, or something like that in the background!”
Derbie Gyeshie looked at Shalom with a sweaty face and with uncontrollable excitement.
“So, you think this anyaaagolo, whatever it is, has some bearing on the location of the kidnapper?” she asked in a breathless voice.
“And what’s that amewuuu thing you said?” one of the BNI men spoke for the very first time. “What was that?”
“Lorry,” Shalom said and burst out laughing.
“Lorry?” Josh Aboagye asked. “What do you mean by lorry? Anyaaa amewuu is a lorry?”
“Yes, a lorry station, a big lorry station!” Shalom said. “There was a recording of a voice calling for passengers. It was very muted, but I heard it, so maybe the lorry station is less than a kilometre away from where the kidnapper is.”
“Oh, damn!” Opanyin Asare cried as he came forward. “There’s an old railway substation under the main lorry station, abandoned a long time ago! So, a hollow tunnel less than a kilometre from the main station could mean the railway subway!”
“Oh, if we can only get a specific location inside there we can locate them!” Commander Derbie said.
“You can trace his call,” Shalom said. “And lock down the location.”
“He’s not allowing us to!” the CID man said. “He doesn’t stay for more than two minutes on the phone so it is difficult to pin down his location!”
“It doesn’t matter if he stays on for just one minute!” Shalom said indignantly. “You just need to root your tracking software which will create a clone location, and then you use the clone to redirect the circuitry, narrow down the coordinates and spin it on the GPS trajectory. It will give you a fairly accurate location.”
The people looked at each other, confused and awed, until a female voice behind the bank of computers on the table near the window spoke.
“My God, is it really possible?” she asked numbly. “I’ve heard about it but I always thought it was…impossible!”
Shalom craned his head and looked at the speaker.
She was an overweight woman with a very pretty round face. She was wearing headphones around her neck. Shalom stands up and walks towards her.
“You using a triangulations software, from StingRay?” he asked with a scowl.
“Yes, please,” the lady said as she peered at Shalom, who was looking at her with sudden interest.
“Heeeerh, your bobbies are hugey, heerh!” he said, and she gasped and then chuckled, and then she gasped as Shalom reached out with both hands and put them under her breasts. “Aboooowa! These are twin towers! Can I see them, huh, can I?”
Opanyin Asare hurriedly moved over and pushed Shalom back with a grunt of exasperation. Shalom tottered and glared at the elderly man with chagrin.
“Nicodey, what was that for, huh?” he asked in a puzzled voice.
“Behave yourself!” Opanyin Asare said furiously. “That was rude! You can’t go around touching women’s breasts and buttocks like that simply because you find them…nice!”
“Oh,” Shalom said and looked at the woman. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude!”
She giggled and shook her head.
“My name is Bajoe,” she said shyly. “That’s okay, Shalom. If you help us get the kidnapper, I’ll let you see and touch them.”
“Really, really, really?” Shalom asked, suddenly excited.
“Yes, yes,” Bajoe said with a giggle.
“And your biggy, biggy bambaala boodankadunk?” Shalom asked.
“My what?” Bajoe asked, breaking into uncontrollable giggles.
“Shalom, stop the buttocks and breasts thing already, aaaaba!” Opanyin Asare cried. “I thought you wanted to help the kidnapped children!”
“Yes, yes, the children!” Shalom said excitedly. “Move over, Bajoe! Let me show you how to hack this software and root it! Do you have some of the recordings of that man’s calls?”
“Yes, yes, please,” Bajoe said and pointed at a folder on the desktop. “Inside that folder!”
Shalom nodded and began typing on the keyboard!
And everybody was amazed!
His hands flew over the keyboard like magic!
He did not even use the mouse once! His fingers were like a blur as he moved on the keyboard, and suddenly the screen was filled with processing data algorithms.
“My God!” the BNI chief whispered. “Who is this guy?”
The kidnapper called again, and the police commander picked up.
“Hello,” she said in an unsteady voice.
“Where’s that fool?” the kidnapper gasped, and as Shalom turned around furiously, Opanyin Asare clamped a hand on his mouth and whispered fiercely.
“It’s okay, Shalom, it’s okay!” he said desperately. “Finish what you’re doing!”
“Please, he left,” Commander Derbie said promptly. “We had no use for him.”
“Better!” the kidnapper said, sounding relieved even though he tried to mask it. “Now, let’s talk about money! Now, I have new directions for you! Listen attentively!”
Shalom turned to the laptop and worked faster, and then a moment later he pointed to a red blinking dot on the centre of the screen.
“I catch am!” he said softly with a great smile. “Abandoned underground train subway. Near the VIP substation!”
“My God!” Bajoe whispered in awe. “You did it, Shalom!”
“Yes, sir!” Commander Gyeshie said to the kidnapper. “I promise to have your money ready within forty minutes as you request, sir!”
The kidnapper grunted in the background.
“Now you’re talking,” he said savagely. “I’ll call to confirm.”
And then he cut the call.
Immediately all of them rushed to the screen and peered at the blinking dot.
“Is that it?” the CID man asked breathlessly.
“Yes,” Shalom replied. “That’s his location!”
“But what if he called from another location and left the phone there?” Josh asked with a worried look.
“The phone is still on, and its location is fixed,” Shalom said. “He’s there, you better move fast!”
“Oh, Shalom!” Commander Derbie Gyeshie said in a breathless voice. “You’re such a wonderful man!”
“Will the location be lost?” Bajoe asked suddenly.
“As long as he keeps the phone on and the IMEA number active, the location is pretty fixed because I rooted the software,” Shalom said. “You better hurry before he puts off the phone!”
“Ok, forward the location to the SWAT team!” the BNI man shouted. “Let’s move! Bajoe, please stay on the software and update any changes!”
“Yes, sir!” Bajoe said promptly.
There was a bustle of activities as they hurried out of the office, Opanyin Asare included, and soon Shalom was left alone with Bajoe.
She looked at him and her breathing began to get a bit heavier, and although the air-condition was keeping the room cold, a sheen of perspiration suddenly peppered her nose.
She was wearing a white and pink stripped shirt and tight black jeans, and as Shalom looked at her she slowly unbuttoned the shirt. He gasped and leaned back to peer at her.
“Yei!” he said softly with evident unease. “What are you doing, Bajoe?”
She smiled coyly at him, still breathing fast.
“You said you wanted to see my boobs, didn’t you?” she whispered, and then she suddenly pulled her shirt open! Her white bra was lying beneath her breasts and pushing them up, and he stared at those huge appendages with sudden excited eyes.
“Awurade Yesu Christopher!” he exclaimed loudly. “They’re biggy biggy biiiiiiigggyyy!”
“Oh, don’t shout, Shalom, please, keep your voice down!” she said anxiously and then wiggled her breasts. “Do you want to touch them?”
“Yes, yes, but I don’t know if it is right, you know,” he said with some confusion.
“Right?” she whispered. “What do you mean right? Many guys fight to touch them but I refuse them! Just that you’re so cute and handsome and so bright, so clever…and I can’t help it, Shalom!”
He smiled in a huge, goofy way.
“Foolish girl!” he said with goofy laugh. “I’m cute and smart so I should touch your breasts! Koshiaaa!”
She was appalled and stared at him, so shocked and hurt that tears came to her eyes, and the boy was instantly remorseful.
“Oh, sorry, sorry, Bajoe,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Just that I love Adobea, see, and I promised her we wouldn’t do all that adult stuff, and I don’t think she would be happy if I do it with you!”
“Oh, you hurt me!” she whispered, pained. “But it is not a bad thing, you know. If you don’t do it with others, you wouldn’t know how to do it with her, and she would not be happy.”
He opened his eyes wide, and he looked so concerned that for a moment the horny girl felt guilty.
“Haaaa!” he said shocked. “You mean…I need experience to do that? I thought I just put my peeweewee into the vajayjay and pump the atopa shew kpa kpa kpa kpa kpa!”
“Noo!” the lady whispered, barely able to control herself. “If you do it like that she would not like it one bit! She would leave you and go for another man!”
“Oh, dear!” Shalom said, suddenly bothered and shook his head with alarm. “I do not want Adobea to go for another man and do the atopa kpa kpa kpa!”
“So let me show you how to do it, Shalom, just one lesson, and you would know how to please Adobea!”
“Really?” he whispered. “Are you sure? Or you’re just shitting me?”
She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts.
“Fondle them, Shalom, fondle them!”
Scowling, he rolled his hands over the bobbies and gently flicked the nipples.
“Adobea is so curvy, not obolo like you, and her bobbies are smaller but her peeky-peeky gbandoshies are big,” he said with a small. “You’re obiggy, and your bobbies are bambaala, and yet your peeky-peeky gbandoshies are so small. Why?”
She moaned and leaned toward him as he worked her nipples.
“Why are your peeky-peeky gbandoshies small when your bobbies are bola bola?” he asked again.
“I don’t know la, aah, nonsense!” Bajoe said and then she suddenly held Shalom’s head, pulled it down, and put her right nipple into his mouth. “Suck it and stop that peeky peeky nonsense!”
Shalom pulled back his head, disgusted.
“Have I told you I’m hungry?” he asked furiously. “I don’t want no breastmilk in my mouth!”
“You too why, aaah!” Bajoe exclaimed, almost hitting him. “There’s no milk! Women like it when a men lick our nips! Suck it, suck it, la! I’m teaching you the thing!”
She pushed his head against her breasts again, and his tongue flicked around her nipples and then he sucked it into his mouth.
“Aaaaashhhh!” she moaned and pushed into him. “Ohhhhhh! Sweedy, sweedy, sweedy!”
She was enjoying herself so much that she was pushing those giant pendulums into his face, and the poor boy suddenly pulled back for air.
“Herh, Bajoe, your mother!” he said, gasping frantically. “Why are you pushing your obolo borborborsh into my face like that? Do you want to kill me?”
“I’m sorry, Shalom, my sweet, so sorry!” she gasped. “You were doing it like a master and it was so sweet!”
He smiled goofily again.
“Erh? Like a master?”
“Yes, yes, shalom, my dear, like a master!”
“I like that!” he said and made to lick her nipples again but she suddenly fell down on her knees, reached for his zipper and pulled it down. Quickly she reached into his boxers.
“Oh, you’re making me feel glumligi, Bajoe, you prostitute!” he cried in alarm. “I don’t think Adobea will like this!”
“Oh, I’m teaching you, Shalom, I’m teaching you the thing!” she gasped frantically. “You’re going to make her such a good lover, trust me! Let me teach you, Shalom, sweedy, lemme teach you the thing!”
She pulled out his semi-erect pole and then she grunted deeply.
“Oh, glorious, glorious, glorious!” she moaned with delight. “Oh, so righteous!”
“Ahh, Bajoe,” Shalom giggled as he looked at her face. “Look at your face, just like you’ve got some rice and stew with grilled pork! You’re such a spoilt girl, Bajoe! Ashawo bodamfo!”
“You too stop the nonsense la!” she cried, almost furious. “What’s the matter with you? Can’t you be a little bit romantic, aboa!”
“Take your time, Bajoe!” Shalom said sulkily. “You’re such a bad teacher!”
She suddenly held him and put her lips on him and her hands worked along his girth. As waves of pleasure buffet him, he suddenly held her head to steady its back and front movement.
“Herh, Bajoe, Bajoe!” he groaned. “My knees are weak, Bajoe! You will make me crash down if you eat my peweewee like that!”
She stood up then, her eyes wild with lust, and suddenly unzips her jeans and pulls it down with her G-string, making her massive derriere bounce out.
“Yehowa!” Shalom screamed, stumped. “They’re mountains! Heerrrrh, Bajoe Mountain boodankadunks!”
She pushed him hard in the chest.
“What at all is wrong with you, arrrrrrh!” she said, exasperated as she turned around. “Stop doing those things. They kill sparks, Shalom!”
He grabs her impossible peaks and pushes them, giggling when they wobbled rather nicely.
“Adweeeeeaaaa!” Shalom said and pushed them again so hard that she crashed to the floor.
“Oh, what did you do that for?” she screamed, turned around and kicked out so viciously that he had to jump back to avoid her foot.
“Heerh, Bajoe, do you want to hurt me?” he cried in a displeased voice.
“Yes, I want to hurt you!” she said furiously. “Why did you push me on the floor, huh? What’s the matter with you?”
“I’m really sorry,” he said in a remorseful voice. “I didn’t mean to push you. I just wanted to toss your obolobo boodankadunks and see them wobble!”
“They’re buttocks, Shalom, not any boodan-stupid things you’re saying, aaah!” she said and then pushed herself up. She turned again and bent over the chair, sticking her derriere in the air. “Stick it in, Shalom, now! I need it in me!”
Shalom looked at her and shook his head in alarm.
“No-no, no-no, no-no!” he said with agitation. “I can’t put my peeweewee in like that! Are we dogs?”
“You’re such a fool!” Bajoe shouted. “It is a style! It is called the doggy-style! I can’t take off my jeans completely because they could come back any minute and so this is the best position!”
“Apuuuu!” Shalom said, taking a step backward. “Do you think I’m a fool? If I do it like that my peeweewee will get stuck inside your vajayjay like the dogs! I won’t do it!”
“It will not get stuck!” Bajoe screamed. “We’re not dogs! It will just slip out when we finish! What’s wrong with you, huh? What at all is this? Stop the nonsense and put it in there!”
“Okay, okay, stop shouting!” Shalom said crossly. “If it gets stuck blame yourself!”
He moved behind her and then looked at her derriere. He stood there scratching his head, and then he dropped to his knees and looked upward into her buttocks, and then he stood up again and sighed.
Shalom moved forward, grabbed her buttocks and parted them hard.
“Ah, what at all are you doing, huh?” she asked, perplexed. “Why are you spreading my buttocks like that? What are you looking for?
“I am looking for your vajayjay,” he said, perplexed. “When I part your boodankadunks I can see your anus hole, but there is no vajayjay. But why is your anus hole so big, Bajoe, huh? And seriously I don’t think you have a vajayjay, Bajoe. Did it get missing? Did someone steal it?”
“Kwasia, Shalom, kwasia!” Bajoe screamed in frustration. “It is there! It is down there! Just that my thighs are thick that’s why you can’t see it but the pussy is there! Put it in now!”
“No, it is not,” Shalom said and moved back. “I knelt down and checked and you don’t have a vajayjay, just biggie thighs and buttocks. Your vajayjay is missing, I’m sorry!”
Bajoe made a furious sound and reached back desperately with her right hand. She took hold of his appendage and pulled him.
“Herh, Bajoe, be careful, be very careful, you hear?” he cried in alarm. “Why are you pulling my peeweewee like that? Do you want to hurt me because of small atopa shew you want, huh? Don’t pull it out, Bajoe! I swear to God that if you pull it out…”
Bajoe moved herself back, put him where she wanted, and then glided into him.
He shouted with sudden shock.
“Herh, Bajoe, is that your hole?” he asked, awed. “Where did it come from? Oh, my body is going glumligi again!”
She held the chair tightly and thrust back against him hard and fast.
“Oh, sweedy, oh, golowa, golowa, golowa….yesss, sweedy, sweeedy, oh golowa, golowa, golowa!”
“Bajoe, you liar!” Shalom cried in a disappointed voice. “You said you’re teaching me and yet you’re enjoying it like that!”
“Sweedy, sweedy, sweedy!” she moaned as she pumped her hips front and back furiously. “Golowa, golowa, golowa!”
He suddenly pulled free and stood back.
“Bajoe, if you don’t stop that golowa golowa golowa nonsense I will stop, I swear!” he shouted. “What is all that golowa thing, huh? It is confusing me!”
She turned around with a furious face, grabbed him by the shoulders, and then she tossed him on the floor so hard that his head smacked the carpet hard. She kicked her jeans off one leg, squatted over him and got him back into her, and then she began her own ride again.
Her hands were gripping his arms, and her thighs were holding him hard.
“Bajoe!” he said.
She ignored him and continued pumping hard.
“Herh, Bajoe, Bajoe, BAJOE!” he shouted.
“What again, what, annh, what now?” she shouted furiously but did not stop as she moved hard, her face flushed and strained with lustful enjoyment.
“Your vajayjay has changed!” Shalom said. “It was soft and wet and nice…but it is now very tight not so wet! Why?”
“Shaddap, Shalom, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm!” she groaned. “It’s not in my pussy! It’s inside my ass now! You like it, don’t you? Ooooh, assh, your thing is so sweet, Sha! Oh, Sha! Oh golowaaaa!”
The confused boy bucked from under her, his face suddenly filled with fear and revulsion.
“Inside your ass?” Shalom asked, absolutely perplexed. “Have you put my peeweewee into your stinking buttocks? Into your shitting anus?”
She turned her head and went on pumping on him.
“Herh, Bajoe, aboabiba!” Shalom shouted and began pushing her massive breasts. “Get off me! Give me back my thing! Take it out of your buttocks, Bajoe, Bajoe! Take my peeweewee outta your buttocks before you shit on it!”
“Oh, Shalom, wabodam anaa?” she screamed and pushed his hands away. “Do you know how many men want to do it that way, huh?”
“Take it out, take it, ashawo ginger!” he cried anxiously and moved desperately under her as he tried to dislodge her from on top of him. “I don’t want it biaaa! Take it out now, Bajoe! Take it out of your anus! Are you crazy?”
For a moment she raised her hand as if to wack him, and then she raised up above him, held his lance, and resettled it in her other orifice.
“There, it is now in my pussy!” she growled. “Are you happy now, huh?”
“Alright,” he said dourly as she moved her hips in circles on him now. “You can do your golowa!”
“Don’t talk again, Shalom, or as heaven is my witness I’ll do something I’ll regret!” she said fiercely.
“Leave heaven out of this, Bajoe!” he said with a gasp as he felt the tension building up in him.
She leaned backward now, supporting herself on her hands, and rode like a demented person, making her hair spill all over her face and causing her massive appendages to bob and swing wildly.
She went on swinging wildly.
“Oh, Sha, Sha, Sha!” she groaned and leaned forward now, grabbing his shoulders as her face went slack and her thick lips opened and a trickle of saliva drooled down her chin in her greatest moment. “Oh, this is the best! You’re the best, Shaman, Shaman! You hitting the golowa! I’m approaching the golowa, Sweedy, Sweedy…oh, yaaaaash, yash, yash, yash…almost there, almost theeeeeeeeeeeere!”
Her face was turned to the side, her lips pouted as she did what she had to do, and then, after a while, she screamed shrilly.
“Sweeeeeeeeeedyyyyy!” she went. “Goloooooooooowaaaaa!”
She bucked frantically on top of him, her face screwed up so badly in the throes of her passion that she barely looked human, and then she fell down heavily on him, mashing her breasts into his face.
“Herh, Bajoe!” he said frantically as he tried to push her massive breasts off his face. “You will kill me, Bajoe! You will smother me! Wobe kume, Bajoe! Herh!”
“Sweedy, golowa!” she moaned. “Sweedy, golowa!”
And then the door suddenly crashed open and Commander Derbie Gyeshie came in with Opanyin Asare and the MP, Josh Aboagye!
And behind them was Adobea!
As the others paused with profound shock on their faces, Adobea moved forward and stared at the horror on the floor.
Shalom managed to push his face from Bajoe’s pendulums and his eyes met Adobea’s own. Great tears came to her beautiful eyes, and she slowly clutched her heart as the tears of anguish fell down her lovely cheeks.
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