I was hesitant to play by myself as I had never played for them before and really wasn’t sure what I should play. Another ten minutes went by and th...t same worker came up and told me that Judy called again and again said that they would be there in a bout ten more minutes. She said that she was really sorry, they took a wrong turn and ended up getting lost. She asked if I hadn’t started playing if I could please, please start playing since they were so late. So, I went ahead and got my guitar. I noted the hung over look of several of the team, who hadn't taken the advice given last night—silly buggers. I made sure I didn't swap any bodily fluids with them; I bet they had been dipping their wicks in some poxed up tarts.Camp Kenyatta – named for the first President of an independent Kenya, Jomo Kenyatta – is about 50 miles to the NW of Nairobi and about 4000 feet higher. It stands on a dry arid plateau, amid vegetation that I daresay is called savannah, sprinkled with some spindly. Bill Carson, as you may know, is the free safety for the Los Angeles Raiders. He got to know Ron because both of them are perennial All-Pros and play against each other in the Pro Bowl."Anyway, Ron told Bill he needed to clean up his act and to do it he needed a good woman: me! Me, Your Honor? Can you imagine anything dumber than that? A partially reconstructed prostitute who couldn't clean herself up, let alone anyone else, without being hounded twenty-four hours a day?"But maybe Bill should. ” She laughed, softly. “Better that way than trying to get into the pants of every woman you meet.”Something akin to magnetism, or perhaps gravity, drew our lips together. I couldn’t say which of us began; perhaps it was just mutual, but our first kiss was so sweet, it was enough for us at that moment. It was ... almost like being a teenager again, and kissing for the first time. But only almost, because we both had memories of how to kiss. Certainly it was fresh and new, and rather wonderful..