Chapter 8

"Ouch Vicky stop it" Kemi groaned and shut her eyes from the pain and heat she felt in her head.

"Stop it Vicky...I'm going on a date...not getting married!" Kemi sighed while Vicky didn't utter a single word, maybe because there was a comb in her mouth.

"Do you think he'll like it? I mean.. I'm still seventeen and he must have seen better women?" Vicky walked away from her and came back almost immediately with a glass of scotch she probably stole from her dad.

"Nu-uh" Kemi shook her head and pushed the glass away from herself.

"Do you want me to end up in his bed? "

"Um.. That's the point... You keep thinking like a key hole" she muttered and continued the painful torture.

"Okay fine... Give me the scotch" Vicky grinned as she handed her the scotch.

"OK... I'm not gonna end up in his bed tonight...even if I want to" Kemi promised and poured half of the scotch down her throat.