There was this little cool but weird habit he had, which I began thinking I could make a fascinating trick out of. He was always touching and fondling any considerably cold part on someone's body. And it was something I had seen him do to everyone at home. Chinelo even once explained that he said he loved the cold feel, and he would continue fondling the area until it went warm before switching to another part. While he preferred fondling his mom's soft cold calf and his dad's near-chilly earlobes, he kind of favored my upper arms in my case! Probably because of the considerable amount of ever-cold flesh I had on them! They were a tad flabby but unarguably soft! It was always quite amusing seeing him curling up and down the cushioning arm. And as soon as I conceived the said trick, it worked like a charm! Basically, it was a simple one. Since he enjoyed clinging onto my soft upper arm like some glue, I always used it as a bait to getting him to do things he wouldn't ordinarily want to do. Just like most kids, a simple promise of buying them biscuits and sweets in future would get them to do things like, chores, take-homes, etc. So in Chiboy's case, all I had to do was tell him he was going to be allowed to fondle my upper arm if he did so-so-so and so. Like I said earlier, it worked like charm! He barely spent another minute before doing as requested and it mostly worked whenever I wasseeking truthson facts, from him!
This and many more, made it near-impossible for any day to pass without wanting to visit Chinelo's house. And I almost jumped in joy the day she suddenly asked if I was fine with Chiboy spending some part of his approaching holidays with me at my house! I was never expecting such news and to be honest, I wasn't ever thinking it was even possible given I was only just a family friend and not a relation. But then, who said I wasn't over the moon?! I totally loved the opportunity and I wasted no time in agreeing to the idea! I was further delighted when I was told Chiboy was even the one who demanded he be allowed to spend some of his holidays with me. He had always wanted it from his parents and they eventually had to give in when they realized he wasn't backing down any soon. He was certainly seeing me as part of the family now and that made me feel very honoured in essence. I quickly began making preparations for his coming. I fixed my Tv which had been faulty for quite some time. And then the tap on the kitchen sink. I also gave my bedroom and living room a face-lift, bringing in new flowers and in some cases, new wallpaper. Not to talk of a cool collection of toys and storybooks I had to sign up for! If Chiboy was going to feel comfortable in my place, then I had to have a home closely similar to his. Chinelo and her husband had managed to build up a decent amount of resources and wealth and that had reflected in the kind of things one finds in their house. While I may not be able to replicate all of it, I still had to do the couple that required little fund. Chiboy joined me a few weeks later. I picked him up myself.
So...given my kind of person, and the amazing friendship I had with Chiboy, our little holiday was eventually the bomb! I called it our holiday because I had to sign up for leave at the office myself, which was fortunately granted. So for the two weeks and three days Chiboy spent in my house, I did so with him! It was endlessly fun! Sleep, eat, play, Tv, sleep, eat, play, Tv...repeat! I was already your fun-girl. I can be incredibly playful, even to a fault. And coupled with an unmatchable sense of humour, it was understandable why Chiboy soon began telling me he didn't wish to go back home! We were an incredible match! We loved about the same kind of things and preferred doing about the same kind of things! Sometimes, I couldn't believe he was just 7 years of age! Not like he was displaying any peculiar kind of maturity too significant for his age, but I never for once felt like I was with a kid! He was willing to talk and converse about anything at all and always did so with quite the confidence. Many things we had in common eventually blossomed during that time, including our little trick! I now used it every single time I wanted to get him to tell me the truth about anything! I would promise him that I was going to allow him fondle and grope either of my upper arms if he revealed the truth of the discussed fact to me. And then, without delay he would quickly do so! Using this rather bizarre strategy, I got to know that the reason Chinelo hadn't gotten pregnant again was because she was having some kind of complications. It was even more bizarre to imagine she could do without telling me all these while.
