We were caught at the beach. The guy who caught us took money from us before letting us go. He threatened he was going to call the neighborhood guys to descend on us. While I was scared, she was lying calm and looking at the guy without saying anything. She paid the money and the guy left.

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The second time was in a public washroom around 1am. I entered first and she followed. I didn’t know that was her plan until she walked in. She whispered, “Fast one. Hurry up.” We were at it when the security guard of the place walked in. He had seen her enter the male washroom.

We blamed the alcohol we’d taken but the security guy didn’t listen to us. He said it was illegal and he could call the police on us. He named an amount which was excessive. We pleaded for a reduction and ended up paying GHC500. I told her, “How much does a hotel room cost that we should be paying this much to people?”

She answered, “A hotel room would have been boring. Didn’t you enjoy the fun? The more the risk, the more the fun.”

The third time was with a police patrol. We were on a deserted road at around 11pm. No one drove by for several minutes so we thought it was safe. We were at it in the car when a light suddenly shone on us. The next second, two policemen and a lady were knocking on our windows asking us to open.

One of them said, “So you can pay for a prostitute but can’t pay for a hotel room?” The other guy was laughing while telling us to dress up and face the law. The lady said, “They are young. Let them enjoy life.” They talked to us and warned us not to do it again. They didn’t leave until something had to give.

I told her, “This is the last time. The next one would land us in prison. We’re getting closer by the day.” She retorted, “Stop being dramatic. It’s not every day that we get caught.”

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That’s her fetish. She says the fear of being caught makes her enjoy the deed from beginning to the finish line. That’s not my fetish but my fear. I want to help her get out of it but I don’t know what else to do to help her. Once a week, it has to happen outside or she’ll turn on me and get angry over little things because I’m denying her pleasure. Of course this can’t be normal, but how do I help her?

—Sass

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