. but the rapes, the humiliation, being treated as an object, not a person. Once more, she woke with the first light and made her way downstairs to ma...e coffee and toast. Not that she really felt hungry, rather that the homely routine helped her, slightly, regain her equilibrium.She poured black coffee into a mug and spread butter and marmalade on the toast. She'd just taken the first bite when she was shocked by a voice."Would you like to talk about it?"Her head whipped round to see the. Her pretty almond eyes had no definition without the mascara she usually wore, but she had figured she was in for a long day of tears, and so she had left it and the sheer red lip gloss she usually put on her beautifully wide lips sitting on the vanity of the sink without putting it on. She took her mid back length weaved hair hair out of it’s holder and combed a few errant strands back from her face with her fingers then pulled all the hair back into a low ponytail. Her own hair was actually a. Or rather I met him, when I went outside. On the little terrace adjacent to ours sat a tall, well-built man with a wizened face and blonde grey hair. He stood abruptly as I walked out onto the terrace, offering his hand with over friendly zest. Jan, his name was, Dutch, first day in Krabi, fifth day in Thailand, on his own and overawed by the beauty of the country and resort.Jan was not obviously good looking, in his early fifties, yet he looked like he once was. His face was lightly tanned and. Gurl? I didn’t say anything, I didn’t understand and did not want to look foolish. I’d ask later.We showered and got a taxi to work. Tommy jumped out around the corner and I dropped off at the door.Normal day, no suspicions, nothing out of the ordinary.My phone pinged“I’m in love❤️“ it said “ Loved every minute of being with you baby, need to see you again, tonight I hope xxx”My heart beat hard. I felt the same and replied straight back saying just that. I loved him, loved being with him and.