THE next morning, I scratched my head because of the pain. It feels like being hammered many times in extreme pain.
I slowly opened my eyes.
I am here in my room and I am alone. But the basin on the floor with the bimpo is remarkable.
I forced myself to stand even though the hang over attacked me.
The door opened and someone entered. Sister Zaira and a maid were spit on then.
"By the way, you're awake, sissy. Your boyfriend has left because someone is going somewhere." He took the basin and handed it to our assistant. The latter came out but my sister sat on my bed. "Seriously! You were very drunk last night. What did you drink?"
"Just Margarita," I replied.
"Just? The hard non. Oh! Thank you Clark came after you and not Kuya Zoilo. If you were ready." It shook then hit my le
