“Ring!!!" The sound Mapitsi and her classmates heard before they got up and left the classroom. The sound that signaled the end of the last class of the term. The sound that meant taking it easy for a whole month, but for Mapitsi it meant something else.
She was a well-known prostitute but not for only just prostituting herself to sugar-daddies but for being a very excellent home wrecker who wrought havoc in families . She had one of a bizarre childhood, with no mother nor a father to look after her only a haughty and evil uncle.
Plain white walls and lonely hallways. Time for me had stood still as I recalled when I was first bought here. Apparently my home was in a fire and I was rescued by a firefighter. Unfortunately my parents and elder sister did not survive. I was seven years of age.