In high school, she had blossomed into the beautiful category. Boys chased her. She was attracted to the "bad boy" type, with fast cars and lost her v...rginity in the back seat with one. As a “fast girl”, I was stimulated by her escapades and quizzed her about sex details to prepare for my marriage. Her veer to the wild side, however, skewed her life's universe to an unhappy ending.My fiancé took control of not just my life when with him but all of it. His directives were, finish high school,. I knew I was largely to blame for this. I've made mistakes. But there was something else that turned me into this. Someone else. And then it clicked: my soon to be ex-husband. He was the culprit. The reason I was lying naked on a coffee table, completely high and out of my mind, and letting strange men use my body. Not that I wasn't enjoying myself, but deep down I knew this wasn't how things were supposed to turn out. And so I had an idea. An evil idea, something that would piss him off.I got. “And I think I’d better stay off the wine for a few days.”“It’s those cocktails,” I agreed. “They’ve always been the death of me.”It was a quarter to twelve when we finally sat together at the kitchen table for breakfast. My own tummy was very unstable and my head throbbed but I tried to put on a brave face. After all, we couldn’t let my parents and our kids suspect anything untoward had happened in their absence.I munched noisily on a slice of toast while Alice ate fruit and yogurt from a. Then one sexual thought twinkled in my mind imagining about so many newly turned aunties around me. It was already 4.40 am, still some tourists were coming.The bus was a Volvo built. So, it was completely packed from all sides and completely air conditioned. I placed my suitcase inside the luggage box at the bottom of the bus. It was a 2+2 seater. My seat was in the middle of the rows and was not a window seat. While climbing the bus, I bid good bye to my cousin and thanked for his wishes about.