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I had now been working out with Kwame, for a number of weeks. He always made me go to the max, in each of our workouts. Which ment that my body had become more muscular, but he seem to want to push it even further. I told him I didn’t want to look like a bodybuilder. He said if I didn’t want to go that far, that my body perfect at this point. He said he would keep thing light, and just maintain the body I have. I told him that sounded perfect, and that’s what I wanted.

At the same time I was doing modeling for Mr. Atati, and would accompany him, at least once a week, to his favorite restaurant. We always put on a good show at the restaurant, showing off his clothes. I had become, somewhat of a celebrity, doing.these dinners at the restaurant. My only pay was my meal, but that was fine with me, plus I could buy clothes for what Mr. Atati payed for the clothes.

Now that I have brought thing upto date, about my relationship with these two men. I can now tell how how things are going now, and the progress I have made.

My last dinner date, and modeling job, has just made a significant change in my life. After the dinner, and back at Mr. Atati’s store, he surprised me with a proposition. He invited me to move into his building. He said he.had a guest appartment that I could use for free. He said it was much nicer than any hotel room, and that it was separate from his home.

I told him I would think about it, and he ask what was there to think about. The appartment was free, no hotel bills to pay. That the appartment was in the same building as his home, and the same building as his store.

Kwame told me not to be a fool, but to accept the offer. He pointed out it was only about two blocks away from the hotel, where he had his gym. He ask what else was bothering me about the offer? I told him nothing, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to be so dependent on Mr. Atati. He laughed, and told me I wasn’t depend on Mr. Atati, that all I got from him was an occasional meal, and a discount on clothing.

I thought about what both men had said to me, about the offer. After thinking it over thoroughly, I came to the conclusion, both men were right. So I walked to Mr. Atati’s store, and told him I would accept his offer. He got a big smile on his face, and said he was delighted, that I had decided to accept his offer. He said he would have his drive come to the hotel, and help me pack that afternoon.

I hurried back to the hotel, and told Kwame of my decision. He was happy for me, and said it was a good move, and would save me money. He laughed, and said it would assure him of having a good customer. I laughed, and said, so that’s what you were up to.

I hurried up stairs, and got my suitcases out, and started my packing. I got everything out of the drawers, and laid them on the bed. I started packing, and realized I had accumulated a lot more clothing than I had brought to Ghana. I started packing the first suitcase, and started packing the stuff I had brought from home. I hadn’t worn very much of that clothing, because I had bought new stuff. I looked at some ot it, and wondered if would still fit me. So I pact as much into the first suitcase as possible, becaus I didn’t have to worry about wrinkles.

In the second suit case I put in my nicer stuff, then I started packing the new clothes I had bought. I finished packing the second suitcase, and decided to keep my shoes in the boxes. I had two large shopping bags, so I put the shoeboxes in the two bags.

About this time Mr. Atati’s driver showed up with a luggage cart, we loaded the suitcases on, and then the shoes. I then cleard all the hanging clothes out of the closet, and put them on the cart. We then took everything downstairs, and I checked out of the hotel. They seemed to really hate to see me leave.

We then loaded the car, and proceeded to Mr. Atati’s building. The drive parked the car in the rear of the building, and we carried everthing to the elevator. The drive then took the car to the garage, and I waited on him to return. We then road the elevator up to the appartment, and the drive took me to the door. He unlocked and opened the door, and I carried the clothes on hangers inside, laying them on a sofa. We then went back and got the suitcases and shoes.

He then showed me around the appartment. I had a large living room, with a sofa and chairs, tables and lamps, and a TV. Over in one corner was a bar, with a kitchenette, with a large refrigerator. Over to the side was a table with four chairs. He the showed me the bathroom, with both a shower and a tub. Adjacent to the bathroom, was the bedroom, and it had a separate door to the bathroom. It had queen size bed, table and lamp, and a nice chair.

The driver then took me across the hall, to Mr. Atati’s living quarters. It had a huge livingtoom, with very expensive look furniture. In the back of the room, was a partly enclosed dinning room a large table with chairs. To the left of the living room was the kitchen, with.a dinning area for breakfast. To the right was Mr. Atati’S bedroom, but I didn’t get to see that area.

Mr. Atati had me sit down beside him on the lush sofa. He said we could talk while his driver, who also the cook, got the evening meal ready.

Shortly we went to the kitchen to eat, and enjoyed a great dinner. The dinner consisted of ham, with vegetables, and for dessert we had chocolate cake. I was told the cake was in my honor, because he knew it was my favorite.

When we finished eating, Mr. Atati said I could be excused. He said he was sure I need to do some unpacking , and then get ready for bed. He informed that breakfast was between seven thirty and eight o’clock. He said sleep attire was on the bed if I needed it, but to be sure and ware the attire to breakfast.