And then you can ride a boat till paradise, I mean, beach. Smell of the sea, sound of the water, Seagulls soaring high up against the sun studded sky, water sparkling like diamonds, beautiful view of the horizon. Indeeed it feels like paradise.
A man with a “PRAM,” I told myself, will not have time or energy to kidnap me or murder me to sell my body parts. And rape, that’ll definitely be the last thing on his mind after a baby. I ran up to him; quickly introduced myself and without wasting much time that was left of my weekend I poured my heart out.”