White: king's knight Ng1>f3

Elizabeth "Lizzie Brizzie" Burke relaxed in a deck chair on her seaside veranda, smiling contentedly as she felt the stress of her pop-folk stardom finally lift from her shoulders. After a year of non-stop recording, promotions and touring, she was looking forward to a carefree week at a secluded beach resort, even if it was Africa. Not her first choice, but it was such an undeveloped market, it guaranteed she wouldn't be recognized and could enjoy the privacy of, say, sunbathing topless without the hordes of photogs who pester her at home.

She scowled slightly as her mobile began chirping at her. She sighed and lifted herself back into a seated position. "Yeah?" she flipped it open.

"Lizzie, it's Melissa," came the reply over the din of traffic. "Do you remember, from the hut down the beach?"

"Yeah, Melissa, I remember, the reporter from Europe, right?"

"That's right. Listen, I wonder if I could impose on you. I have a fellow Australian here who is sort of ****..."

"Oh, yeah, for an autograph? A photo?" Or some bloke looking to score a famous root, she thought to herself.

"Her name is Samantha, and she's had some bad luck. No money, no place to stay, and her boyfriend locked up."

Lizzie sighed...