Their boots scrape against the tiles. Voices slur as they chatter.
“Man, you should see her boobs. Round and large like the head of a cow,” one says.
“Did you suck on them?” the second male asks.
“Oh yes, I did. She is a screamer too. Clawed at me for a release. Can’t blame her though. It was her heat.”
“Shouldn’t you be bothered about your mate who is pregnant?” the third male asks. “Aren’t you afraid she might sense you’re cheating on her?”
“Says the male who has over seven women carrying his child.”
“I’m not married to them. And I don’t plan to.”
“Sucker.”
I roll my eyes. Raina was right about men in this place. They treat lives like coins and property. Especially women.
I just hope they get out soon. I need to find a way back to the house, which is a twenty‑minute drive away.
