I got off and had a look at the surroundings. There was absolutely nothing as far as I can see. It is completely a remote area full of trees and crops...and small huts here and there. Soon after we arrived at the location I noticed that there is a huge amount of construction materials that are being brought in and stacked on an already large pile of existing materials.Upon seeing the manager entering the site several guys with yellow caps rushed to greet them. They soon started to discuss. The whole hip hop culture is like a foreign object to me. It just doesn't fit. Even listening to it is pure torture for me. Music is something you create with your own hands with the help of an instrument, not something you let a computer create. Real music just melts into your thoughts. At some point the lyrics and melody just become a feeling.The second I sit down and look around I feel a little bit sorry for the other students. Divided in their groups they stand around. Interaction between. It's a stupid contest. It's for whores. Did you see the girls on that site? A bunch of low-life whores." They were not all whores. Some were college girls needing the money." You're not a college girl." No, but we need the money. The winner gets five thousand dollars. Five thousand! That's a lot of money. We could sure use it." I didn't say we couldn't. But I'm not going to have my wife's face on the internet with cum on it for everyone to see. That's sick."I was losing the argument. I knew my. "Not there, baby... the knots are in my shoulders," she said with mock seriousness."Just wanted to get you in the mood, that's all."Her ears perked up like a dog's on the trail of game. "Mood? Mood for what... Did Valerie call?"Phillip just went on rubbing her back and shoulders, a sheepish grin on his face."Well, did she? Tell me, c'mon, tell me!" she shrieked excitedly."Yes, she called... and there's a party at the Leonard Melcher's tomorrow night. We're to be there at eight."Jessica fell.