MY SISTER ASKED FOR MY HELP IN HER ROOM, THEN THIS ACCIDENT HAPPENED
6
I thought Mr. Gbolala could not be suppressed.
Now Mr.Gbolala was just at the door of the Bon-bom-land.
The whole inside of the costume smelled of sweat.
And there was no denying there was the smell of the Kponmo-land
The smell from the kponmo-land was the natural kponmo-land smell.
It was very captivating one.
I knew in my brain that we had to get out of this soon, but all thought about the after effects had totally left me.
I was completely and totally floating in the moment.
My heart was racing and so was Donna's.
With each step, she would scr3m a little because Mr.Gbolala was knocking, sometimes Mr.Gbolala would peep through the Bon-bom-land door.
Getting back to ha room was a nearly impossible task.
We were way outside on the outside and downstairs and it took 10 minutes for us to get that far.
I knew it was going to be a slow walk back.
Slowly we walked back inside her house.
Each step seemed to take and eternity.
With each forward Mr.Gbolala kept jumping up and down in the space just before the door to the Bon-bom-land.
Hmm.
I could sw3ar that Donna was happy with Mr.Gbolala because, the Bon-bom-land was skwizing Mr.Gbolala
I whispered, "If we don't get back soon Mr.Gbolala will... We have to try to go faster".
We picked up the pace and started taking bigger steps.
This was a big mistake.
With her first big step forward we got out of sync and she fell over toward the floor face first.
I tried to lean back to keep the costume upright.
Her falling forward and me falling back was just enough space for Mr.Gbolala to take the show.
As she returned to her stance from falling, Mr. Gbolala felt water all around him. He had visited the land, I mean the Kponmo-land
Donna scr3med a little. Mr.Gbolala had kind of collided into the land.
My mind was in a fog.
I tried to recall Mr.Gbolala but there was no chance to help this situation
The kponmo-land gates closed while Mr.Gbolala was still in the land.
It skiwzed Mr.Gbolala neck.
Neither of us moved or said anything for several seconds.
Soon Donna calmed down, but there was still no way to set Mr.Gbolala free
Confused, what do I do...
To be continued on Bcdblog
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6
I thought Mr. Gbolala could not be suppressed.
Now Mr.Gbolala was just at the door of the Bon-bom-land.
The whole inside of the costume smelled of sweat.
And there was no denying there was the smell of the Kponmo-land
The smell from the kponmo-land was the natural kponmo-land smell.
It was very captivating one.
I knew in my brain that we had to get out of this soon, but all thought about the after effects had totally left me.
I was completely and totally floating in the moment.
My heart was racing and so was Donna's.
With each step, she would scr3m a little because Mr.Gbolala was knocking, sometimes Mr.Gbolala would peep through the Bon-bom-land door.
Getting back to ha room was a nearly impossible task.
We were way outside on the outside and downstairs and it took 10 minutes for us to get that far.
I knew it was going to be a slow walk back.
Slowly we walked back inside her house.
Each step seemed to take and eternity.
With each forward Mr.Gbolala kept jumping up and down in the space just before the door to the Bon-bom-land.
Hmm.
I could sw3ar that Donna was happy with Mr.Gbolala because, the Bon-bom-land was skwizing Mr.Gbolala
I whispered, "If we don't get back soon Mr.Gbolala will... We have to try to go faster".
We picked up the pace and started taking bigger steps.
This was a big mistake.
With her first big step forward we got out of sync and she fell over toward the floor face first.
I tried to lean back to keep the costume upright.
Her falling forward and me falling back was just enough space for Mr.Gbolala to take the show.
As she returned to her stance from falling, Mr. Gbolala felt water all around him. He had visited the land, I mean the Kponmo-land
Donna scr3med a little. Mr.Gbolala had kind of collided into the land.
My mind was in a fog.
I tried to recall Mr.Gbolala but there was no chance to help this situation
The kponmo-land gates closed while Mr.Gbolala was still in the land.
It skiwzed Mr.Gbolala neck.
Neither of us moved or said anything for several seconds.
Soon Donna calmed down, but there was still no way to set Mr.Gbolala free
Confused, what do I do...
To be continued on Bcdblog
Read all episodes on the blog, l!nk in the comments section.
I am posting episode 7 on the blog tonight. Don't miss it
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