Check out the blonde

You decide to follow that other girl, but that takes more effort because she's fast. In fact, she's near the front of the group with Riley and some of the other hardcore runners like Duni and Sun.

You have to concentrate so much on running fast that it's hard to enjoy the view, although it's a great view. Her choice of attire really works for this. It's very cheeky. But you can't run fast with an erection, so you control yourself and sprint up to get alongside her. There, you notice a fat bulge in her swimsuit. You didn't realize that she was like you.

"Hi," you say.

"Hello," she replies, and she sounds British. She doesn't seem that interested, although she's so fit that she can talk and run without sounding breathless.

"What's your name?" you ask.

"Cammy," she replies. "Yours?" She asks it like... it's all business.

"Adella."

"Charmed, Adella." She's not really paying attention to you. But that's OK. She will.

"Are you doing anything tonight?" you ask. Sometimes being very obvious works well on these cold types. They appreciate the honesty.

"Training," she replies, and you almost trip.

OK, that didn't work. She didn't even notice.

You question her a bit more, learning that despite the fact that you will probably spend the whole day training, she still plans to train more at night. To her, this is normal.

At the end of the run, you try one last time. You could easily hook up with at least... most of the other girls at this place, but this girl has annoyed you with her lack of response. She's a challenge. Now you feel like you have to chase her.

"You want some company?" you ask. "When you train later?"

She looks at you, wiping her sweaty face with her towel.

"OK," she replies. "My usual partner's not here. Why not?"

Great. It's a date.

You stick close to her through the day, whenever you can. She's not in your cabin, so that's mainly meal times and breaks. You hear the other girls talking about going out clubbing, but obviously Cam doesn't care about that. You'd love to go out and get some drinks, see some of these girls in nice dresses, and enjoy a long night with one or two of them between some soft, cool, hotel sheets... but no. You're focused on Cam. You know that this is pure narcissism on your part, but you can't stop now.

Finally, after dinner, you find Cam outside in the gathering evening, her hands on her hips. She wears shorts and a top, which look great on her pert body, but you liked her swimsuit thing from earlier today better. She still looks great. You even like her incredibly long braids. You want to pull on one. Maybe you'll get your chance.

You join her. "What's going on?"

"I'm trying to decide if I want to have another run or go inside," she say. "It's a nice night."