Chapter112:Jamole and his mate

Far into the night, Jamole couldn’t fall asleep. Each time he shut his eyes to sleep Oril’s porcine face and cute body flashed  in his thought. He had stood up severally to confirm if she was still at the spot outside and indeed she was all alone; her head on her bag and legs curled so charming that he doubted if she was human to an extent he was losing trust in Oril; ever since he found Lord Mayor’s diamond ring in his chamber. He had decided to keep it secret knowing that soon Lord Mayor would begin to search for it then he would know what to do with it. He wasn’t going to let Lord Mayor go scot free forever fucking Oril, and even when a contrary thought dared to convince him that Lord Mayor couldn’t have fucked Oril, his diamond ring he saw in his chamber said otherwise; if he could recall, that very diamond ring was his staff of authority. By now he expected Lord Mayor to have gone gaga over the disappearance of his diamond ring. He could hear heavy sob outside and he knew Oril was