Two weeks on, I ran into Duce again. This time I ignored all his efforts to speak to me because I was not interested in anything other than making money to take care of myself and my siblings.

That same day, I bumped into my spanish lesson teacher. This was sure the worst way to meet your tutor. This man was one of my clients of the day. Merely seeing him, I began breathing heavily; nothing could be so embarrassing.

I caught my breath and decided to take him like a client as many others. After the session, I left immediately without saying a word to him. This period was becoming so embarrassing. Of all the years I had been a call girl, I had never met any one I knew.

Few days later, I began having serious abdominal pains. I could not entertain any sexual activity so I visited a doctor. While with the doctor, I ran some tests and I had to stay back for the results.

Hours later, I was called in. The first question I was asked by the doctor was how many abortions I had had; I had had twelve abortions. I gave the doctor an honest answer.

Shaking his head in disappointment, he told me I had damaged my womb following the last abortion I had undergone. It was at this point that I knew my end had come.

I left the hospital weeping bitterly because I could have no children of my own. For days I was locked up and I kept thinking of how messy my life had been all these years.

I was at a point where I could not change a thing. I kept crying until I received a phone call from Duce who had been standing at my door for over twenty minutes.

Nothing hurt me like this. I hated the fact that he had to see me in such a state. Immediately I opened the door, he gave me a warm hug and I began crying again. He asked me why I was weeping so bitterly and I told him it was nothing I could not handle.

As he made me sit, his eyes fell on my results; he immediately looked at me so furiously and he left my room that very instant. Everything seemed to be happening so fast.

TO BE CONTINUED…