When I was a youngin', my class took a trip to a place called The William Holden Santurary for Animals in Africa. My class was spilt into two groups, the cool people vs the lamers. As it turns out, me and K got put with the lamers. I was very pissed. The teacher explained to us that he thought we had some potential to actually learn something (ofcourse the very idea of going on a field trip and learning anything was foreign to us), but something else caught out attention- we were, as it turned out, put on the same group with the newest whore called Charlotte.

I'm not joking to you- I have no idea what it is. Whether it's the name, of the fact that this slut was from Scottland, but you have never seen a whore like this. The whole bus ride to our camp (somewhere beyond Nyeri incase you're curious) she was quiet, but on arriving there she had practically marked her victims.

Unfortunately for me, my somewhat girlfriend Hannah was on the trip. All the would be trouble makers were put in a room directly above the new headmasters room (the only modern room in the whole camp), while everyone else was put in a tent somewhere in the bundus. Our rules were given to us practically that same morning: No sleeping late- No drinking- and No fucking.

The first night we meet a local called Jacob who we paid the equivalent of $5 to get us a crate (about 30) beers. We sat around the campsight while myself and K (closest pal at the time) worked on Neeltja (at the time, hotest girl in camp). It was then she said.. "someone has a crush on you." Me? Who Hannah? "No not Hannah. Someone else!"

I was shocked. At first, ofcourse the very idea hits you and you're filled with confidence, but then you suddenly begin to worry whether this new wave of fortune is just luck, or whether it is genuine evidence of something to come later in the future. As she spoke.. I spotted a tall silhouette in the background behind the fire. My at-the-time-girlfriend Hannah had heard everything, and was now a standing sobbing mess.

To be continued...