Bonita's inner side.
All she wanted was a man to pinch out that inner side of her, Bonita, knowing fully well she wasn't just the boring 19-year-old covered in long choir robes on Sundays, the long denim skirts she had to put on to school.
Life was the usual morning chores, school, and church, not until her twentieth birthday when she met Fredrick, a basketballer who lived down her street.