The Beginning….

I slowly began to remove the plates of food left on the dinning room table. Dinner with Malik was always nice. He was the only man in my life I didn’t fuck and who I paid rather than the other way around. When all was clean I went into the living room, lit me a cigarette and reminisced. Malik bought out a bottle of wine from the back and poured us each a glass.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“Just thinking back to the night that decided I was to become what I am.”

"Really? Do tell. That sounds like an interesting story.”

I laughed, “It actually...