It must have seemed all innocent — the kind of fun people get up to when they are at distant locations far from spouse and family, and free of collegial restraint.
There were the Saturday afternoon snacks, the nightclub, the post-midnight drinks. Then came the now infamous 3am SMS — whose intended purpose we will never know — and the subsequent sexual contact whose nature will probably also remain a mystery.
By the end of this week the names of HIV/Aids activist SalomÃ