Honestly looking back, I have to admit that until four days after my twenty-first birthday I had to date lived a pretty miserable existence.
I was until then the embodiment of the notion 'money cannot buy you happiness'. Although extremely wealthy, the tragic, loss of my parents at a young age saw my autocratic grandfather whisk me off to an expensive Irish catholic boarding school where I was taught all the wrong things and socialized overwhelmingly inappropriately.
Luck, or a senile gesture from my distant grandfather, suddenly prompted my costly education to come to an abrupt end when he decided I was to continue the family mining empire under the tutelage of the company's current CEO, my cousin Jason.
In no time at all I found myself in a posh hotel in Geneva where our AGM was to take place the following morning.
Although quite highly educated in many areas I was painfully shy, and has been made to feel awkward in almost every social situation. When I was told to greet my cousin Jason who I had not seen for at least a dozen years, I timidly knocked on his door and nervously waited for an answer. When no answer came after a couple of minutes, I bravely pushed open the door, which is very unlike me, and entered his luxurious suite.
On hearing loud voices and approaching footsteps, I inexplicably secluded myself in Jason's spacious closet. I was hidden from view but my sight wasn't unduly blocked. I could see quite well.
Before I had time to assess how surreal this situation was becoming, Jason, and his personal assistant Tom, changed my world.
As soon as the door closed behind the pair, they both fell into a passionate embrace. They hugged so tightly as they kissed. Tongues were vigorously employed as they greedily tried to devour each other.
Literally inches from my eyes, I was witnessing what I instinctively knew was to be my destiny, what I longed for, what I had never been allowed to consider. My mind dragged me back two years previously where a girl six months my junior had similarly tried to passionately find comfort in a drunken embrace. The taste of sweet cider came flooding back. The tryst had been a disaster, of course.