The next morning we woke up and got out of bed rather early. We had a quick light breakfast and then set out the house and to the nearby China mall. W...lking through the mall we spent R550 buying the items we discussed to by and then made our way back home. We put on a load of laundry and then relaxed around the house. While the washing dried Jes and I had a few drinks and skinny dipped together. Enjoying each others company. At 4 we made ourselves dinner and ate.After dinner we set our plans. Whether she was being sarcastic or not, I couldn't tell. "They were raised in the same family. Do you know how Einstein defined insanity?" Okay, mom, can we not start this shit when we have a guest over, please?" Nicole asked in an exasperated tone. "If you need to tell me anything, just put it in the jar."I looked at her, confused. She motioned to the kitchen counter. There was a jar labelled 'disappointments' with a few pieces of writing in it. I almost chuckled to myself. That was so funny,. .. oh my god! Models would be so lucky as to have Melissa's legs.Unfortunately, as often happens with beauty outside, you get ugliness inside. She was a merciless tease and a flirt and loved to use her feminine wiles to get guys to do whatever she wanted, then she would just leave them cold.Melissa had one guy in particular she did this to repeatedly, he had been her "friend" for years, all the while he longed to be more than a friend, and she knew this. She would often have him take her out. The house was mine except for my nephew, Timmy, who was spending a week with us, while his parents were away. He was 16, a few months short of 17. Actually Timmy was my sister’s stepson; the son of my brother-in-law who had married my sister after his first wife (Timmy’s biological mother) was killed in a car crash. Timmy was three at the time, so for almost all his life he had been part of the family. I treated him like any aunt would. That is, until that fateful evening.It was about ten in.