Caught Between Tracy & Grace: A Pipeline Tale of Lust, Lies & Luck

One man’s close call between two women, one landlord’s sister, and a milk spill that almost exposed it all.

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"Ever been caught cheating?" Someone asked me just recently.
With all the tricks I’ve pulled in life, let’s just say… I’ve never been caught with my pants down and the one time I almost was? It doesn't even count.

Let me take you back to Pipeline, when Tracy was my next-door neighbor. We barely spoke until she moved to Fedha Gate B. Then suddenly, the texts started flying and the sexts followed quickly behind.

She once told me, "Why didn’t you tell me all this when we were neighbors? We would’ve done things…”
I had just texted her: “I can make your bed rock.”

We were planning a match I invited her over. Same morning, she asked for 2K. I didn’t have it. Honestly, I’d have sent it if I did, mimi hutuma. But I was as broke as I am right now. Three months behind on rent. Living off God’s grace and... another Grace.

See, there was another Grace, the landlord’s sister. Also the caretaker. The real plug.
Flirting with her had perks: I had water daily while everyone else waited for their two days a week. She told other tenants my tap was faulty.

One day, I found her watching a Mexican soap and asked, “Wewe huwa unablush kama huyu mama?”

That’s when the convo heated up.

Me: “Wanawake huwacha kusikia nyege at what age?”
Her: “Hawawachi. Kwani unatuonaje?”
Me: “So what do you do when you feel it?”
Her: “Si mimi hupatwa. I do get wet. Kama ule dame yako…”

I kept that in mind.

The day Tracy bailed, Grace knocked. Told me she’d lied to the landlord that I had moved out. Told me, “You pay me, I’ll say a new tenant moved in.”

I invited her in for eggs. She stepped in, requested soda.
I joked, “When I get paid, I’ll buy you clothes.”
She laughed, “Unajua size yangu?”
Me: “Mpaka ya panties.”
Her: “Ulijuaje?”
Me: “Wacha nijue sasa.”

Plot twist? She wasn’t wearing any. That dera was doing zero protection.

And since I was already ready for Tracy... shamukwale pitched tent instantly.
One thing led to another. She touched me. I kissed her. We touched. The milk I was boiling? Spilled.

Then... plot twist 2.

The door had been left ajar.
Guess who was standing there? Tracy.

She had come to surprise me. She heard everything.
She quoted back Grace’s exact moans and mockingly said:

“Jay, hao ni akina nani unafvck hawajui kumoan?”
“Wanalia kama wanaibiwa. Mushamo? Maangaii?”

She shook her head.

“That could have been us. But you didn’t close your door.”

If only she knew who it was, my landlord’s sister that would’ve been game over.

Wueh! Enjoy your day, senzii… 🤣