He dials a number; the gun still pointed at me, my arms now growing weary from being held up for too long.

“Yes madam, we have him,” the killer says into the line. Madam. Now I know it’s a woman who wants me dead. But who could it be?

My mind briefly drifts back to all the women I’ve had rendezvouses with in recent times. Halima? Nah, she enjoyed what we had. What are the odds that she’d plan my assassination on the same night as our affair? Hmm. Natasha? Too timid to opt for revenge. Ayo? No, she has graduated already. Nkechi? Hmm, I don’t think she has the guts. Korkat? She can’t afford to hire these hit men. Favour? She’s a glorified whore who even dishes it out freely on campus. In fact, she has been disturbing me for a relationship but she’s dumb and readily available for any man. She should count herself lucky to be passing my course. So no, it can’t be her. Could it be Sewuese? No, she needs my help with a malpractice case although I have been claiming to be too busy to indulge her. Maybe if I survive this night, I will grant her wish and tickle her sweet walls in return. Wait, what if it’s…

“Mr Man, take this phone!” The killer with the gun  thrusts the phone into my face, bringing me out of my reverie. I drop my hands—finally!—and hold the phone.

Static hums on the line. Whoever this madam is, is waiting for me to speak first. “Hell…hello?” I try to sound confident but my voice betrays me. I hate it that my body is still shivering.

“Hello, Professor Fast and Furious.”

Silence. The voice. I know that voice. It’s not one I could ever forget. It had begged me to stop, to have mercy, to let her graduate, to do it for the growing foetus in her body. The voice had rang in my mind for a long time. Even after I had accomplished my mission. Even after she had graduated. The voice was so soft and melodious, like nothing I’d ever heard, and had me spiraling out in a tempestuous orgasm ten minutes into the act. Only women who have had the privilege of gracing my bed know me by my nickname. I always warn them in advance that I may be old but I’m fast and furious in the bedroom. None of them call me by this pneumonic but Linda just did.

“Linda? Linda, please…” I know I sound pathetic, even to my own ears. There’s no getting out of this one. Oh I’m so certain of it.

“Do you remember how much I begged you?” Linda’s voice booms into my ear. She doesn’t wait for my answer. Of course I remember, vividly. However, I don’t remember harboring any kind of remorse for her pleas but instead, a deep sense of unabashed victory and ecstasy. The more she begged, the more I desired her. I heard from the grapevine that her husband was a marine officer and only came offshore few weeks in a year so I pursued her with almost no worries.

“I begged you to have mercy, even if you had no regard for my husband, on my unborn child,” Linda continues, her voice breaking at the mention of her child. “But you gave me a carryover, Prof Enejo!”

I have this sudden urge to piss my pants again. I press my knees together and try to suppress the fear creeping inside me. “I’m sorry, Linda. Please, don’t kill me.” Maybe if I beg her some more, she’ll be lenient with her revenge. I don’t mind losing a finger or a limp or two. So long as I don’t die and nothing happens to my face and penis.