You've evidence to hide!

Again, you awoke around 5am. You felt like you'd been shot in the back of the head, you tugged your boxers back on and delicately untangled yourself from Ange's sleepy form, all tangled in the sheets. God, she probably looked beautiful but in all honesty it wasn't light enough to tell. You scooted down the bed and slipped over the u which even with bottles secured in socks, made a lot of noise.

"You alright mate?" Whispered a sleepy Curtis.

"Yeah gonna hide the evidence before any teachers get up." You hissed back.

"K. Smart move" he mumbled but was swiftly heading back to sleep.

You looked around and then saw Lauren's face illuminated by her phone screen. You raised a hand to wave timidly, though you didn't know why you felt ashamed to meet her gaze. She smiled but it seemed ****.

"Bye then." She murmured tonelessly.

"In a bit.." you shrugged and hauled your bag out of the door.

The main stairs clanged horribly as you descended and your heart caught in your mouth when you spotted an adult male sloping around in the little kitchenette beyond the dining hall. Shit! They'd said there was a nightwatchman but since you hadn't seen him yesterday when you stole the beers in the first place, you'd forgotten all about it.

You slipped along the wall and out of his eyeline whilst he continued to concentrate on some booklet or other. You were in the hallway and made for the front door. The Yale lock opened silently but you knew punching a code in to get back in would definitely be noticed so you left your right shoe in the gap, leaving the door ajar and hopped outside.

Sure enough, just around the corner was a glass bin but you had to remove every bottle from every sock and stand them individually in the bottom of the plastic bin so as to make no noise. It took over five minutes but as you returned to the hostel, your shoe was still in place and you closed the door again quietly.

What a ninja! You did run into the nightwatchman on your way back but just apologised and said you had got the time wrong. He looked unimpressed but since you were scuttling back upstairs, he made no attempt to press the issue.

You half expected to find a naked Holly in Sam's bed but he was alone and snoring as you drank thirsty from the tap. Your head was absolutely banging and you had a taste in your mouth that seemed to be some kind of grey/brown mucus judging by what you spat down the sink. Did the tapwater in Belgium make you ill? You wondered but decided you couldn't feel worse than you did right then. After gulping down what felt like 2 litres of water, you pissed for about 5 minutes (exaggeration) and found your aim was erratic to say the least. You remembered the way Ange's horny fingers had milked your cock dry a few hours ago and how she fell asleep in your arms with your cum still coating her.

When you itched your nose you realised her scent was all over your fingers along with a dried viscous membrane that must have been residue from her orgasm. Jesus! Had you hit the jackpot. Her boyfriend was a 6ft 7in black lad called Mason: you suddenly felt a little sick!

Crashing face-first into the pillow you closed your eyes for thirteen seconds and your alarm went off.

It was 7:25am. Fuck this would be a long day!