After a few games where I beat her quite roughly, she had given up, only for her brother to break into the door and fall on the ground, pieces of wood...flying all over the place. We got genuienly worried at first, until we realised it was another game of forfeit, and she laughingly asked: "What book?" "Criminal attemps to break in, only to fail miserably. We read it as kids" Johnny replied. "You too Andrew" He continued "ME?!?!?! WHAT I HAVE DONE?" I Yelled"Name the book, or play the forfeit" He. She considered poisoning her captors but was unwilling to risk killing her fellow captives. In various places around the kitchen and other rooms, she had secreted such items as an ice pick, steak knives, and a hatchet. However unlikely the chance, she was prepared to act if an opportunity presented itself.Currently, four men were out on a raid, and the remaining five were lounging around, drinking as usual. Dutch was hanging around the kitchen, sipping JD straight from its bottle and eyeing. I made up my mind immediately, got up from my desk and decided to go and front him. They had offered me the use of their pool anytime I wished. I decided today would be one of those days. Knowing what I would find on the other side of the fence I stripped off – got a towel and opened the gate. I knew full well what was on the other side, but he was not aware that I knew that. As the gate opened and I walked in, he sat up, somewhat surprised at my entrance. I was prepared. “Oh shit” he said.. After all, it had been an achievement just to have got so far. Most women could never reach the level in their chosen sport as she had. Whatever else she might be—not being the champion cowgirl in the world or even the best in her country—she had at least attained a level of excellence far beyond that of most people. And perhaps now, before she was too old, was a good time for her to drop her sport, be content to be Nairobi’s second best cowgirl, after Ghatoni. And then what? Marriage? Having.