Tselane

A barren lady desperately wanted a child, she had exhausted all money with doctors and specialists.

Referral letters that piled up her dressing table, she had seen and heard it all, Her husband said honey "it's enough we tried all we could"

She felt like a failure with all those years she chased a career to acquire so much money. She is turning 37 soon , her eyes tear up reminiscing over how she spent her 20's. Her favourite line was " who needs a child when you can have money,

Who needs a man, they only good for reproduction thats all"

Complex suburbs, unit 75 with the view of joburg's busy highways, her garage had a jaguar and a merc, she had it all from red buttoms to a wine cellar.

Hosted ladies nights every weekend, her house was an fortress.

She spoke fluent Gucci , an Arts Professor with a few investment offshore, business minded and partied harder as a way to compensate for all her hard work. "I did it without a man" a point she made without fail.

She owned three boutique stores only hired ladies.

She attended support groups for women abused by men, she has never been abused but she saw them as opportunities to hire a few suckers under the feminist disguise.

This bitches will make me rich, she encouraged them to end all relationship with men as they were a waste of time

She kept a few guys around for an occasional shag when she felt the need to, but played for both teams she said it was the "best of both worlds" self centered and greedy everything evolved around her, all was a means -

To please her and fill voids she drowned with wine and sex.

This was her life, like a rockstar years went by her friends started families this annoyed her "weak fucken weak cunts" she called them.
She was competitive so decided she would get a man also.

Not because she needed a man but saw it as another coat she would add to her closet.

It was an unpleasant 2 years of her life from fuck boys to men who wanted her possession she got in and out of relationships like call center made calls to sell insurance.

Her was spirit broken she asked for tips and entered dating sites , she met freaks and sex addicts none of them met her requirements, her profile read-

31 years old
No child, Phd in Arts , business mogul and independent.

No pervs and dont you dear text if you broke.

Profile picture was a lingerie showing off her assets. Her profile sounded and looked like an overpriced used car at an auction.

Third year went by with no luck in the love department, She gave up went on with life and lecturing her classes.

On her way home she knocked a guy off the pavement with the right mirror of her car, She got off the car and ran to see if he was ok.
"I am so sorry , i am stressed are you ok, i will call an ambulance for you and if need be i will compensate you"

She said trying to catch her breath, he opened his eyes, wow he saw a beautiful woman kneeling near him on the pavement with a white suit tailored for her body.

Her breast stuck out, hair tied well and glasses to match her matt lipstick.

"Are you ok"

She asked.
He replied " Just a bit of pain but i will be ok, i have seen worse".

He was a karate instructor and martial arts fanatic, who made only enough to pay rent and child support. Nothing interesting about him, but their paths crossed.