After several months, Karen and I parted (romantically) as friends. And for safety's sake we kind-of steered clear of each other for a while, although...we did talk all the time on the telephone and still do.Actually it had been Miranda - and Sven's - obscene haste to get their hands on ready cash from their parents' estate, that had tipped Karen off that something wasn't quite as kosher as it could be about Sven. I'd always thought he was a ... bleeding crook. Well, what would you expect, the. Well ... she did in a way but not in the fill her belly up kind of way. She hungered for him in a way a woman of her species should never crave a human being. But there was something about him...Lost in her own thoughts, she felt the creature behind her moving towards her a million miles an hour. She was glad she'd learn to swim faster than him. His sharp teeth were coming right towards her. She splashed in the water and swam away from the ferocious creature.She swam towards her little island. Including cucumber, mangoes, ginger, lime, plenty drinkables and covered plastic plates filled with chilled diced fruits. She took one out and turned at the cute sales guy with an amazed look in her eye. ‘How much for this?’ ‘Not much, just two hundred naira.’ ‘Why haven’t I come in here since you guys opened? I always walk past.’ ‘There is always a day-one for everyone.’ Sammy replied. ‘We also have an extractor for fresh juice if you like.’ Chinwe didn’t understand. ‘How do you mean?’ ‘For. They write instead, and all that garbage inside them pours onto the page, instead of in one of the Doctor's ears and out the other as he wonders what his lovely wife is going to present him with at dinner that night.I suppose it's therapeutic in a way ... writing, I mean ... because you get to flesh out all those dark thoughts that everybody has at one time or another, but can't admit they have because then your drinking buddy would look at you and say things like "You want to do WHAT with your.