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“Were you raped?” he asked.

“No! Why would you ask me that?”

“I'm trying to understand why you're so scared of sex.”

“I'm not scared!”

“We've been married six months, and you get tense and fight me off if I so much as kiss you. Do I repel you?”


“Before we married, I assumed you were a virgin.”

“I am.”

“Then, I could explain your fear. Now, I think you enjoy taunting me.”

“I do not!”

“Do you want me to force you? Is that how you get your thrills?”


“Then what is going on with you?”

“Nothing!” Sylvie looked away from Thuba, then she sat down.

“I can't go on like this. I have needs,” he said.

“I know.”

“What do you suggest I do, since you won't give me what I need?”

“We could get a divorce.”


“It's the best way, Thuba, then you can find someone else.”

“I spent a lot of years looking for the right woman, and that woman is you.”

“I can't have sex with you.”

“You'll learn.”

“Never!” vowed Sylvie, getting to her feet.

“You'd better learn, Sylvia. I'm going out of town for a week. When I come back, you better have your act together.”

“Are you giving me an ultimatum?” demanded an outraged Sylvie.

“You understand me well,” said Thuba, then he left the lounge.

Sylvie closed her eyes, then she opened them, and threw a cushion across the room.

A while later, Thuba joined her, carrying a suitcase.

“I'm off to China, look after yourself,” he said.

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