Chapter 15 - Chapter 15: Hey

I've almost successfully made it through this fourteen-day away run without giving in to Zondi. But let me tell you, the purple vibrator I keep in my flight bag has really had to put in the work these last two weeks.

Every flight we're on tempts me that much more. At this point even the way he asks for his stupid sparkling water — extra lime, out of the cooler box, like the man has never once considered fetching it himself — makes me want to jump his bones.

I need to get laid, and I don't think just anyone will do.

I locked myself in my hotel room in Polokwane. I locked myself in my hotel room in Mbombela. And here I am in Cairo, lying on the bed, refusing to leave the room. I just have to make it through tonight, and we'll be on a flight home to OR Tambo tomorrow evening.

And I'll be home free.

At least for the time being.

I've given up and taken every meal off the room service menu to avoid leaving the safe space of this hotel, which is a shame, because it's the first stamp in a passport I only got in July. Twenty-six years old and Africa's biggest city is right there outside the window, and I have seen it exclusively through glass. But with our track record, I already know that if I so much as step outside, I'll run into Zondi. The universe is testing me, willing me to give in.

And fuck, do I want to.