Hate him! You nasty old slug! I hate! Eve yelled as loudly as her lungs would allow. Here you can give free rein to emotions - it is deep night outside, there is no one, and the raging storm will carry her screams into the abyss of the Indian Ocean.

Stumbling and almost falling, the girl wandered along the sandy beach, holding Valentino sandals in one hand, and an open bottle of Hennessy in the other. The once-perfect styling nailed down by the shower stuck to her cheeks, the straps of the tight-fitting dress slipped off, almost completely exposing an impressive chest.

How tired she was of that fat obnoxious...