Lisa was a disillusioned young woman. She was mad at how her father had driven the man she loved out of their home.
Why should her father behave like that when she and Jacob were mature people in love? She kept brooding over her problems.
Her mother was alright, but her father wanted to treat her like a kid. She thought he had been unnecessarily harsh to Jacob and even sacked him unceremoniously.
And the worst part of it was that she did not know where to find him. He was gone forever! Yet he was the only one who had been able to satisfy her sexual desire whenever it came.
Many wild thoughts raced through her mind as she came out of class on that Friday evening. What should she do?
Soak yourself and get laid, a voice unexpectedly came to her mind. Lisa had a hundred thousand shillings her father had given as her pocket money for the week.
Thirty minutes later, she entered Mount Elgon Hotel and Spa. She was ready to enjoy herself for the weekend.
"What will you have, madam, as your evening drink?" A tall dark waiter asked when he stood near her table.
"Whisky," she said. "On the rocks, please!"
The waiter retreated, wondering where he had seen such a bourgeois young woman. She was not one of the regular customers and appeared to be only nineteen years, quite fashionable judging from her attire and the stilettos she wore.
When he got her the whisky from the counter, he returned where she sat and laid the glass and drink on the table.
"Thanks," Lisa said and took a long sip as she watched the waiter disappear to go and serve other customers.
Half an hour later, she was getting drunk. She began feeling sexy. She knew she badly needed a man. And if worse came to worst, she would go to Mubende to look for Jacob.
She was still drowned in her fantasy when she heard a voice speak to her, "You look so lonely, beb. Are you looking for company?"
It was a male voice. She turned to look at the man. He was an averagely built man, tall and dark. He smiled and revealed his yellow stained teeth.
The man was not handsome but not bad looking either. Lisa smiled at him and replied, "Sure; why not join me?"
He sat down and ordered more drinks for themselves. The two struck a rapport and became busy talking about their lives.
He told her, "I am Major Opolot."
"I'm Lisa," she said. "I've come here to relax."
"It's the same with me; I saw you appeared lonely and thought you needed company."
"You work in the armed forces? I like soldiers!" Lisa said and was now quite drunk.
And they went on chatting for the next hour until Lisa began to feel bored.
"Take me to your house!" She urged.
"No," he replied firmly, "strick military rules. I will book a room and then we'll enjoy ourselves.
"Do whatever you want!"
Twenty minutes later, she was only vaguely aware as he undressed her in the hotel room he had booked. Suddenly, he was all over her with hot kisses and then she felt a sharp pain as he entered her.
She felt his wild thrusts until he stopped and slumped on her body. He had reached climax. She thought it was over and wanted to jump out of bed.
But he caught her hand and motioned her to remain. She looked at him and knew he still wanted her.
He asked her to squat on her knees and turn her back towards and realised he wanted to penetrate her anally. She jumped out of bed and cried out, "No, I can't! I've never done it that way! I don't want it, I don't like it!"
"Well, there's always the first time. Take the Vaseline in my trouser pockets and apply," said Opolot. "You'll like it. Do as I say!"
It was an order. Then she saw him pull out a gun from the drawer at the bedside table and point it at her. She had no choice but to do as she was ordered.
It was an experience she was to remember for the rest of her life.