CHAPTER 1
It had been a week since I and Mr.Cardwell had shared our last “encounter”, (we had classes and PE together, but that was strictly business…) so our next encounter was abroad. How? You say, well, the title is a giveaway! So at 4 in the morning, we set off on a coach and set off to Germany. It was raining practically all the way there and it took about a day to reach our first checkpoint hotel there. Now roomwise the situation was two per room with teachers sharing, but only three teachers had come, and so many kids. This in short meant someone had to share rooms with Mr.Cardwell. Alphabetically, a girl was his roommate, but that wasn’t ‘appropriate’, so next it was me, Ashworth. Everyone agreed it was for the best, as I was a loner, so sharing rooms would not have been fantastic for my roommate, or me. Mr.Cardwell and me, a fourteen year old boy, and his horny paedophile teacher…YAY. * * * The lobby seemed huge as our whole group stood, waiting for the bell-boys to guide us to our rooms. Mrs.Connell, Ms.Bryson, Mr.Cardwell, and about 17 kids (including me), were here in Germany on a trip. Finally, 10 bell-boys came, grabbed all our stuff and guided us off in pairs to our rooms. “Don’t forget to go to bed early, Germany is 2 hours fast, so reset your watches and be downstairs for 10 o’clock sharp”, said Mrs.Connell, the resident German teacher. I and Mr.Cardwell were situated in an older part of the hotel, as the mix-up had placed us somewhere else in the hotel, away from the group. As the bell-boy opened the door and waited for us to enter, I saw him look quickly at Mr.Cardwell’s butt, and then my own. I just smirked qiuetly and jumped on a bed. The bell-boy was waiting for one of us to tip him, so I jumped up and gave him 3 euros I think, along with a spare picture of me and Mr.Cardwell, that I had gotten from one of the passport photo machines (the whole group had gone picture mad after we realised who our roommates were, so I joined in). The bell-boy smiled knowingly and winked at me, “Thankyou”, he said with pretty fantastic English (far better than the stoners at my school I’d say!).