I had just opened the door when the screaming began from a dozen voices."ON THE FLOOR NOW!" screamed several men wearing black uniforms, their faces c...vered as they stormed into the room. One of them grabbed William and hurled him to the floor before anyone could say anything.I watched William hit the floor hard, and started towards him when a man stepped up and shoved a gun in my face. I instantly recognized it as an MP5 Submachine gun that my uncle's security teams carried. "Let me see...". They were heavily armed, not only to kill their chosen quarry, but also as protection, against the Hutu rebels who still roamed the country in small guerrilla groups.They came upon the family group accidentally. Gorillas are quiet, secretive and shy, as well becoming increasingly rare through habitat depredation and the wars. So, finding them is something of a chancy business. It was only a warning huff from one of the outlaying guards that alerted the poachers. They spread out making a circle. It’s the polite thing to do when you sit next to each other. ‘Oh, I saw you at that party this weekend. Did you have a good time?’ Et cetera. Our relationship was stuck at that. I pined after him. In a fit of horniness, after looking at a bit too much pornography that afternoon, I got his screen name off the internet and messaged him ‘about a computer science problem.’ Our conversation drifted to music. He started talking about types of music I’d never heard of so passionately – it was hot. One. Julie sniffed and raised her chin. ‘Oh, yes, I can. My hair is still blonde, and it’s growing. I can’t dye it, and I can’t even put a hat or scarf on it anymore. So you deserve whatever you get, wench.’ ‘You better fix me, you bitch!’ I said. ‘Name calling? Bad idea, sweetie. Why don’t you show me your boobs?’ said Julie. ‘I will not!’ I said, as my hands pulled my jacket open and pulled my tank top up, exposing my huge bare boobs to Julie. Julie glanced at my chest. ‘Nice tits,’ she said. I.