Alecia had caused her mother and stepfather plenty of grief as a teenager. Things were no better once she was on her own. She had always been a free s...rit. Now at 33years of age, she had weathered three failed marriages and several relationships in between. Alecia was a handful for any man. She was now a single mother raising three children, each with a different father. The husband had let his wife take the lead with respect to raising Alecia. He had supported his wife and her decisions with. ’ Her eyes widened at this. ‘What do you usually like to write?’ ‘Satire, mostly.’ He stopped and swirled his mug, looked at his hands thoughtfully, then looked at her. ‘You seem surprised.’ Liesel blushed. ‘Well, you definitely weren’t what I expected. I mean, is that surprising to you?’ ‘No, not at all,’ he laughed disarmingly. ‘I used to live in the city myself. Came from a pretty well-off family. Went to college, even, owned a business. Given my history, I’ve been told it’s an unorthodox. People were jostling down the aisle, hustling past junk and dead bodies floating. Blood stained the water, and life started to go in slow motion. I stood up with my hand on my headrest, looking at the disaster in front of me. “Let’s go man. Come on bro!” a big black guy, with a shaved head, and muscular physique said to me, shaking me. “Oh, uh, yeah.” He was holding his bags, scooting out the slide exit.“Where are we going?” I asked.“The raft. Land’s not far.” He replied.Land? Shit, I’m going.. I drew in another breath sharply. ‘Hold your breath.’ he stated. ‘Count to 5, then exhale.’ I felt him twisting the metal around and around. It stung so bad. I had counted to 5 and was starting to exhale. I felt the metal go into me as far as it could. I felt something heavy around the opening of my hole. It must be something to keep it from going too far. I was panting at this point. It was more pain than I had ever felt. Though I was beginning to feel a little better. The pain was slowly.