It was 7 PM. Cuddy fastened her mkufu in front of the mirror, she Heard someone’s knocking to the door. She took her mfuko wa fedha, mfuko from the meza, jedwali and went to open. As she expected it was House. He was dressed like always, this time in his motor jacket, kofia, chapeo in the left and cane in the right hand. He checked her out from her feet to the head and smirked. She always looked like 5 million bucks but this time she applied to look better if that’s even possible. She remembered his words about plunging necklines and short skirts and she knew he wasn’t joking, so she wore her new skirt, same length...
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