Kim was strikingly beautiful. I don’t know if it was the four beers we had shared or the fact that I hadn’t connected with anyone in months and wa... desperate. Desperation and a few beers are never a good combination. I found myself wondering where our conversation might lead us. “Where are you staying tonight?” I asked, changing the flow of the conversation. Kim said she had reservations at the Hilton. “I will drop you off and pick you up in the morning,” I remarked. Kim smiled. “Can I have. We all know what debt is, the odds are most of us, if not all of us, will experience debt at some point in our lives. University costs, bank loans etc. they all lead to debt eventually, and you always have to pay it back. Debt has to be one of Africa’s biggest problems, when the continent as a whole is expected to pay back more than it earns how are they ever expected to improve their own lives? Africa can’t afford to pay back it’s debt and those who loaned the money can afford to not get a. She was shy in the cutest of ways and it didn't take much for her cheeks to turn red, as I noticed from her conversations with others. She had long dark blond hair, was about 1,65m and couldn't stop smiling. But as everyone gathered in the meeting room on the first day, it were Fien's flashy cyan pants that caught my attention. That and her unusually sexy body. She had gorgeous legs; toned and just long enough leading to the most perfect ass I'd ever seen on an European girl. Every "ass man". I couldn’t help but notice a very pretty older woman , well dressed fantastic figure , alone crying , so me being me , wandered over to see if she was ok, needed any help, she looked and sounded upon approaching her , as if she was in distress and either vert drunk or taken something , so I stayed and chatted a while trying to get sense out of her, where she needed to go to get home , and said I would get in the taxi with her to make sure she was safe, as she looked vulnerable, and not fully.