Tenderly...
- Screaming "FUCK YOU!!!" across the bungalow.
- Climbing out of windows
- Running across the gravel grounds like desperate insects
- Opening doors and peeping out constantly to check what's happening
- Stepping out  repeatedly after check-in time to "get drinks"
- Hiding in a bungalow toilet
- Lying on the the sofa with her ass curled up facing the door (no panties on)
- Trying to smuggle an engorged condom filled with water out of a bungalow. God knows why.
- Shouting "PENISSSSSSSSS!" through open windows

It's 1.19am and I've just finished doing "roll-call" for the night.  More like I just finished gutting about ten boys and two girls for antics they were doing throughout the bungalow grounds when they were supposed to be sleeping.  Kiko and I worked in a pair.  I gutted out the rats scurrying around, and he fried them with pool laps and grueling physical.

The penis kids came in a pair of two. An American boy from Texas named Connor.  And a 15 year old Canadian boy called Charles who, earlier this evening dinner, came *this* close to hitting one of the other resident wardens.  Angsty boy.  Case in point, just to spite me as I dragged him out to run laps round the pool for his penis monologue, he started yet another.

"So you really enjoy doing this, huh?  What, you get paid like $5 dollars an hour?  That must be a real..."
-He smiles, rubbing the fingers of one hand together in a money gesture-
"... a real lot of money you must be earning!"
-Short pause-
"And what, what you like doing this to kids?"
-He points to himself as he puts on his shoes-
"Your job's so easy man, my 13 year old brother can do it."
"So I'm gonna run, huh?  It's alright.  I need a workout anyway.  COME ON LET'S GO!!"

On one level, I felt like reaching over and physically assaulting him up.  It wasn't so much what he was saying (tactless as it was), but it was that sick smirk he had on his face.

Just as that urge came floating up, a small voice on the inside told me to keep quiet.  And as I did, patiently waiting for him to put on his shoes, another strange feeling started welling up--I don't know why.  I started feeling genuinely sorry for him.  It wasn't going to be me or the few laps stupid laps he was going to run around the pool.  Eventually, something else in life is going to knock him up real bad.

It's 1.53am.  Someone just hollered "PENISSSSS" again.  The sound's reverberated through my closed, double panelled windows.  Goodness.  Well, I'm going to bed--God will have to work the night shift for me on this one.