My name is Jack. I am 1.9 meters tall with darkly tanned skin. I have brown hair which I crop very short to the scalp and have brown eyes. I am 42 ye...rs old, single and I am the proud owner of a very busy pizzeria in the heart of the bustling Cape Town waterfront. The business is an eatery but also does home deliveries. It was 1 am Sunday morning and a month-end weekend. We had been busy as hell and as usual if anything could go wrong, it invariably did. That night, Sam our regular delivery. .. I would like to suggest you something ... ". I knew perfectly well what my father was referring to. "Dad, we have a contract, remember, Thérèse regularly honors this contract!" Well, quite rightly, I want to propose to you ... an amendment! Your two little niggers, I want them! Otherwise, do not forget that I have your mother's will in my possession, I still can show it to a notary!"Suddenly resigned, I understood that he continued to hold me by the balls. I had no way to protect my little. I was in my twenties I had even contemplated in not being sexual again. I needed something I just had to get my independence back. I had to quit these panic attacks. Thomas bent down so he could look me in my eyes. I felt his breath upon my face I wanted to kiss him. Panic set in I was starting to shake from something I had no control of any longer. ‘Abigail please take the time off. We have plenty of time you need the time I can see that in your face. You work on yourself it will be fine. ’ The pain in her voice revealed the unspoken truth behind it, her father was ashamed of her. Crystal nodded in heartfelt sympathy as she watched them working in the sun. Mike hadn’t really changed all that much over the years, but it was a bit amusing to see him wearing a head band and a tie-dyed shirt, as opposed to the stuffy business suit she’d always seen him in. ‘Monica honey, who’s your friend? Would you like some drinks?’ a woman’s voice floated from the open kitchen window. ‘Sure.’.