It started late September. Lucy was a nice girl, a good, sweet girl. Her f****y had a good background well known in the community. Her father sat on the church council and her mother was chairperson of the local village committee, with responsibility for keeping everything in order and keeping up the appearance of the neighbourhood as nothing other than a perfect place.
It was into this perfect world that Lucy had been born 19 years ago and nothing much had happened since. That was until the first weekend in September. As well as being a good, sweet, nice, you could say almost perfect girl.... Continue»