
These particular friends of mine were leaving for Shelley beach the following day and they just had to see us before they went, as we couldn't go with them. These friends included Kevin, Ice (yes, lame), Kenith and Andrew. I met them all through my (then) friend, Christell. That day.. they picked us up from school and we went to Kevin's house to hang out. We played PlayStation games (and drinking games), we had a couple (a lot) of drinks and we laughed and joked around. It was fun (as fun goes for teenagers). Later that night Christell and I was inebriated that, once we were all gathered around the (communal complex) pool, we both decided we wanted to go for a swim.

When I think about it today.. it's terrible. All those guys staring at us. Not to mention the details of the guys getting in the pool with us. We won't go there. Ever. I have black hole syndrome for sh!t like that. You'll have to hypnotize me to get the details. But believe me, the vague memory is enough to make me sick. Today. Back then, it was fun. Adventurous. Cool. Hot.

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