This is a true story. My second wife and I got married in 1988, and we had not been married long when a girlfriend from her netball days turned up on our doorstep. Her name was Rachel, and she had just returned from her big OE in London. Having nowhere to stay, we put her up for a couple of weeks while she searched for a flat. Rachel was just your average-looking girl next door type, but she wasn’t plain and had a spectac...

Rachel’s description of her time on the neighbouring beach had been quite graphic. It was a couple of days later before I got her alone again. This time, she was not so open about what had happened during her last two days in Jamaica. She spent the first half hour trying to convince me how what had happened was a one-off and that she intended never to let it happen again. I think she was embarrassed by how much she had al...

Rachael woke around 6:15 pm. The two hours of sleep had left her feeling much worse than when she had laid down. She stumbled into the shower and let the lukewarm water revive her. Then, she turned the hot water off and tried to stay under the cold cascade for as long as possible. Refreshed, she stood in front of the mirror and checked out her body, expecting to see some signs of change after her adventures with those wel...

The sun pouring in her bedroom window woke Rachel. She lay still for a moment, ascertaining how she was feeling. She fully expected there to be some discomfort from the alcohol and pot she had consumed the previous evening. But surprisingly, she felt great, better than she had felt in months. She leapt out of bed when she saw it was 7:20, realising she was starving. She moved to the shower, wanting to get to breakfast bef...