Winnie starts talking. I pour some wine. I'm enthralled by her lovely soft sexy voice and warm smile. After a few minutes we're holding hands; it happens so naturally.
"My father was a chauffeur for one of Johannesburg’s wealthiest families," she mentions a well-known Johannesburg name. "They own the brick factory and treated me like their own child. I lived with my parents in a small unit on their property and I went to school with his children. It was understood that he would to put me through university. My parents, who had always impressed on me the importance of an education, were as grateful as I was for the opportunity. I'm very lucky. He’s a good man who still helps and gives me advice." She pauses for a moment. "I hope I'm not boring you?"
"My father was a chauffeur for one of Johannesburg’s wealthiest families," she mentions a well-known Johannesburg name. "They own the brick factory and treated me like their own child. I lived with my parents in a small unit on their property and I went to school with his children. It was understood that he would to put me through university. My parents, who had always impressed on me the importance of an education, were as grateful as I was for the opportunity. I'm very lucky. He’s a good man who still helps and gives me advice." She pauses for a moment. "I hope I'm not boring you?"