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Authors: Eve Rabi
was one of the blondes who dined with Tarago at the restaurant. They call her Hanlie.
    Jooste laughs. “Aw, c’mon, vyf ? She’s a seve , at least, man.” His eyes sweep slowly over me. “Maybe even nine.”
    Tarago shakes his head and flexes the fingers on one hand. “ Vyf .”
    Now all eyes are on me once again. My face burns and I have the urge to throw my glass of orange juice at the Tarago the oaf.
    I get so annoyed, I get up from my chair and storm out. Behind me, I hear obnoxious Tarago guffawing.
    In my room, I sit on my bed and fume. How could he humiliate me like that?
    Two years? Two goddamn years in this place with that moron?
    Charlene bursts into my room. “Miss America, Meneer , he say you must put on a bikini and come back to the party.”
    “I’m not wearing a bikini. Not for him or anyone else. Tell him to piss off.”
    She jerks back and looks at me with big eyes. “You sure you want me to say that to Meneer?”
    “Yes, I do,” I say in a defiant voice.
    With a knowing smirk, she saunters off.
    I stand in front of my window and look out at everyone. I can’t see Tarago anywhere. Good. Hope the bastard drowned.
    Suddenly Tarago grabs me from behind, throws me over his shoulder and runs down the stairs to the pool with me as if I’m a rag doll.
    “Tarago, stop!” I cry. “Just stop this childish …”
    He ignores my protests and continues running. “You are going into the pool, vyf!”
    When he enters the poolside, there is great cheering and clapping when they see Tarago carrying me.
    “Put me down, Tarago!” I hiss. “I cannot swim. I have a fear of water. Put me …”
    With a Tarzan howl, he throws me into the pool, complete with shoes, watch, earrings. Into the deep end.
    When I finally surface from my near-drowning experience, I splutter and cough and fight to get to the side of the pool. I have a serious phobia of water and to be dumped like this is terrifying. I may hate the water and won’t swim, but I do have basic knowledge of swimming, so I manage to kick my way to the edge of the pool, where I grab onto the rail and continue spluttering.
    When I look up, everyone is laughing. Holding their sides and falling around with laughter.
    Furious, I get out of the pool and storm over to Tarago to do God know what. He runs and hides behind two blondes.
    “You dog, you …you …imbecile!”
    He starts counting on his fingers.
    “Do that again and I will kiiiill you!” I say in what I hope is a snarl.
    He cowers lower, eliciting thunderous laughter.
    “Uuurrrggghhh!” is all I can manage before I storm off to my room and into the shower.
    I could kill the barbarian. Honestly and without hesitation, I could just kill him.
    After taking a shower, I call Rheema and complain. To my utter astonishment, she laughs. I get so mad, I slam the phone down on her. I don’t hang up, I slam it down and hope her ear hurts.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    I awake at 6 AM. Probably because of the unfamiliarity of things.
    On tiptoe, I steal down to the kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee. As I do, I notice the tell-tale signs of last night’s party. Some major cleaning up is needed. But everyone else in the house appears to be asleep.
    I take my coffee and head back to my bedroom.
    At 11 AM, Julia barges into my room without knocking. “ Meneer wants you to join him for breakfast.”
    I nod. Since I was expecting that, I already dressed in a denim skirt, a white halter top and wedges.
    After brushing my hair and putting on some lip gloss, I make my way to Tarago and breakfast.
    Trying hard to pretend that getting dumped into the pool last night has not humiliated me, I take a deep breath, square my shoulders and walk to the brunch table with my head held high.
    To my surprise, most of the people from the party are seated at the table. Their amused looks don’t escape me and the sniggering starts immediately. 
    “Mor…” My greeting dies on my lips when I see the amused look on Tarago’s

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