CAMERON married Fay when he was only 22 years old. The couple never had any children. After a few years of faithful marriage, Cameron went on the wild side. He became a playboy- literally. He had numerous affairs and after a time never tried to conceal them.

Fay, on the other hand, was a faithful, loving wife. She had gotten married at the early age of 19. She loved her husband. As far as she was concerned, he was the only man in her universe. She was hopelessly devoted to him. After realising that he had become unfaithful and blatantly so, she became depressed.

While his wife was devastated by his behaviour, Cameron continued his carnage of the flesh. He went after any woman that would have him, and many did. He was handsome and a good catch for many of them.

Fay got sicker and sicker, her body suffered as much as her mind. She stopped eating and soon after began to pine away. She eventually died of a broken heart.

As soon as she was buried, Cameron returned to his merry ways. He now became a party animal. Every weekend he attended several parties. Friday and Saturday nights were reserved for the major fetes. Sunday was set aside for the minor dance.

Cameron was never a big drinker. He only drank beers and in moderation. He never used hard drugs, just a joint or so. Sometimes he was guilty of ignoring the moderation rule.
That Saturday night he left his home village of Venice and travelled to Clayville, some three villages away. He was accustomed to roaming and had no qualms about it. He arrived at the dance and found that it was well populated. There were dozens of people having a ball. His eyes were for the ladies only. He moved around scouting for prospects.

Every time he made his move he discovered that the lady was already spoken for. After numerous attempts, he gave up in frustration. Any persistence would end up in conflict, something that he detested. As he told a friend once, “I’m a lover, not a warrior.”

On the stroke of midnight, just when he was about to abandon the fete a magnificent creature entered the hall. She literally left everyone spellbound. All eyes were on her especially the men. Those already taken were no exceptions. But she was not interested in any of them. Like Giuseppe in the famous poem who had eyes only for Carlotta, she had eyes only for him.

He perked up immediately and made his silky advance. Soon he was wooing her off her feet. The two hit it off immediately. It was love at first sight. As the partying progressed he tried to find out about her. All he received were dazzling smiles and playful girly giggles.
They danced well into the morning. People began leaving. They were so wrapped up in each other that they were oblivious to all that was taking place around them. They soon discovered that they were the last couple on the floor. It was past 03:00hrs and Cameron decided to make his move.

“Let me drive you home,” he offered
“I hate cars,” was her immediate response.
“That’s cool,” he purred. He put his car keys away in his pocket and walked beside her along the dark roadway.
“Where do you live?”
“Not far.”
They continued walking hand in hand. After a while, he asked again.
“How far?”
“Not too far. They continued on
“Are we there yet?”
“It’s not too far.”
Much later he tried again. He was now becoming suspicious.
“Look how far we walk and we ain’t reach yo house yet?”
“We’re nearly there.”
Cameron lost his cool.
“Look girl stop playing stupid where we going?” he shouted.
“THAT’S FAR ENOUGH!”
The voice and tone were evil and Cameron realised that he was in serious trouble.
“You just like me husband, unfaithful and disrespectful.”
“What?” he asked.
“Yo wife does tell me all about you. Well hear dis, I got a cure fo you! Yo like nuff woman? Well, all dis is for you!”

She immediately embraced him, her features transforming from one of radiant beauty to that of a hideous monster. Her beautiful hands became talons of terror and her teeth changed to those of a wolverine. She scratched, clouted and pummelled him.
That night for the first time in his love life, Cameron was convinced that he had more woman than he could handle. That was his last thoughts when he passed out.
That morning he awoke in bed fully clothed, shoes and all. He was bloodied and beaten and barely able to call for help. He spent two weeks in the hospital before he was well enough to be discharged.

When Cameron left the hospital, he did so as a changed man. The next day he visited Fay’s tomb for the first time after the funeral. He stopped his wild ways and kept off of the road late at night. He had no intention of encountering that female devil again.