I’m looking for AgbagwaMatt knocked on the door to room 413. He was about to tap again when a pretty woman in a bathrobe abruptly answered. Blonde and in her early twenties with a pale complexion, she looked at him and raised her eyebrows in a ‘What is it?’ response.“I’m looking for Agbagwa,” Matt stuttered before again checking the brass number on the door.“Who shall I say is calling?”“Tell him my name is Matt Rogers.”“I will tell him,” the blonde said, “but he is busy now,” and she started to close the door.“Marhoo sent me,” he said urgently.But she continued shutting the door until a male voice called out, “Sarah, let him in.” Matt noticed the blonde’s displeased look as he stepped inside. On the bed with a robe pulled loosely around him lay a large black man. He pointed to a chair.Matt walked to the chair and before sitting he watched the blonde climb onto the bed next to the man.“Are you Mr. Agbagwa?”“I am. How do you know me and Marhoo?”“It’s a long story, Mr. Agbagwa, but he told me I had to give you this.” Matt stood and pulled a brown beaded bracelet from his pocket. He handed it to Agbagwa and returned to his seat. The black man studied the beads then smiled. When he looked up, he saw the young man quickly glance away from Sarah and stare at the floor.The Prince held up the beads. “Marhoo has had a habit of getting into trouble ever since we were children. It’s part of the reason I came to find him, but I’ve grown to like your country. Tell me how you saved my friend.”“I was walking home when I saw three guys beating on someone so I tried to help.” Matt Şerifali Escort shook his head and took a deep breath. “When I threatened to phone the cops, the guys ran off. It turned out he was Marhoo. After insisting he wasn’t going to the hospital, I took him home with me. I got him cleaned up and he said he owed me. A few days later we were chatting and he said he could help me with a problem.”The black man turned to the girl. “Leave us just now, Sarah.”Without question, the blonde stood from the bed and went into the hallway. Agbagwa walked to the chair opposite Matt and sat.“I spoke to Marhoo about two weeks ago. I know he’s on a journey and will be back in a couple of weeks. Yours must be an urgent problem if it couldn’t wait for him to come back and introduce us.”Matt nodded. “He said you could help me. At first, when he asked if I believed in magic, I thought he was joking. But he showed me a few things and told me you were much more powerful. He promised I could trust you and believe in you.”“Well, you can trust me. And believing in me is easy when considering how I ordered Sarah from the room. But, you must tell me your problem if I’m to help.”Sighing, Matt started to explain. “It’s my wife — the bitch has been having an affair. We’ve been married two years but I think it started before then. Her sister’s been covering for her so I only found out recently. That’s when I confided in Marhoo.”“So, you wish to make her faithful to you?”“Fuck, no,” spluttered Matt, “I want to hurt the bitch. If I kick her out, she gets the guy Şerifali Escort Bayan and half of everything I have. Kimberly had nothing before she met me and I want her to be back there.”“Well, in that case, I can help. I just need to know how far you want to go.”For the next hour, they chatted about the problem and how Agbagwa could help resolve it. Marhoo had said the Prince would need some of Kimberly’s hair and, on his way out, Matt handed over a small bag and thanked Agbagwa. Matt saw the young blonde waiting in the hall, still wearing only the robe.“Sarah, come in,” he heard the man say and the blonde scampered back into the room, closing the door. Matt smiled, feeling a weight being lifted, and headed for the stairs.The morning afterKimberly was still sleeping next to him when Matt got up and dressed, not bothering to be quiet. She normally complained about him waking her, but today Matt couldn’t care. As he was about to leave for work, he looked at her petite features and long blonde hair, the only parts not under the covers.“Try not to miss the morning again, sweetheart. Maybe you could even try cleaning today.” Her response was to give him the finger and rollover.Later in the day, Kimberly phoned to ask what time he was due home from work as she was going out with her sister, Jess.“Oh, I’ll be late again tonight, sweetheart,” he said and then phoned Jess.“Hi Jess, it’s Matt. Kimberly just phoned… are you guys getting together tonight?”“Oh, err, yeah. That’s the plan.”“Jess, you must tell me the truth,” Matt said. “Everything, Escort Şerifali understand?” Immediately, Matt sensed she was struggling after his direct order. But he was surprised when she admitted, “No, we aren’t meeting. She asked me to cover for her.”“And who is she meeting?”“Roger… Roger Davis.”“Her old boyfriend,” he mumbled. Matt became even more aware of Jess’s struggle and panic at giving him the information. Strangely, Matt also felt sexually aroused by the situation. “Jess, you will not contact Kim. You will come over to our house tonight. Oh, and start being nice to me.” Matt hadn’t intended to invite her over but, after listening to her come clean, he suddenly wanted to see her. He hung up.Leaving work earlyMatt left work early but stopped the car within sight of his home. He could actually see Roger’s car in front of the house. Using his mobile phone, he called the house number. After several rings, Kim answered. “Hello,” she said and giggled as if being tickled.“Kim… it’s me. Don’t speak; I want you to listen to me very carefully. When you get off the phone, you won’t have any memory of me phoning. You’ll go back to what you were doing. When I come into the house, I will be totally invisible to you, although you will listen to me and carry out my instructions. It will be as though it’s your own free will. Understand?”“Yes, I do.”“Good. Now put Roger on the phone but don’t tell him it’s me.”Matt heard a muffled, “No one knows I’m here,” as the phone was being passed.“Hello?”“Roger, do not speak. It’s Matt. I want you to listen to me very carefully. When you get off the phone you’ll not have any memory of me phoning. You will go back to what you were doing. When I come into the house, I will be totally invisible to you, although you will listen to me and carry out my instructions. It will be like it’s your own free will. Understand?”