Andre, or as his friends called him,<a class="link link--external" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0f/b6/3c/0fb63c9b246141fd3d104357f6669ba3.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Dre</a>settled into the airline seat as if he were on his way to a jail cell.  It might as well have been for all he knew.  His father, whom he always felt he was pretty cool for an 'old guy' was sending him to some freakin military school in England.  It was for his own good, he had told him, as if the trouble he had gotten in was anything more serious than his dad had done at his age.  He even said they were going to make him shave off his precious dreads that he had spent much of his teen years creating.  It was a part of him he didn't care to part with just yet.  Even worse, he assured him it was an all boy school so he wouldn't have any 'distractions'.  It was about as close as Dre could think of to hell on earth.<br/><br/>Picked up by a driver that offered about as much information as the car seats he continued to stew as they left the city and entered the deep old growth forests west of Birmingham.  Dre was a child of the ocean and being so far from the wind and waves he felt a bit claustrophobic as the tree canopy seemed to surround them.  As they pulled into Camp Lockheart, Dre expected to see barbed wire and asphalt but instead all was green and lush and rather rustic.  Instead of brick barracks there were log cabins set at various locations, the trees still seemed to blot out the sun but at least it was able to stream through here and there.  The small breeze up in the trees making them seem to dance as the young Jamaican began to suspect his father wasn't quite truthful with him.<br/><br/>He was especially relieved when the first person he saw at camp was a hauntingly beautiful brunette with the bluest eyes and fullest lips he had ever seen.  He only got a glimpse of her, at least enough to be fairly certain she wasn't just a depression fueled hallucination.  Dre wanted to follow the dark haired beauty but he was met by an older guy, not dad old but older than Dre at least.  "Hey I'm<a class="link link--external" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/14/43/d4/1443d4ecfecfe13861e742aad761d869.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">TC</a>, you must be..."  he looked at a note apparently written in the palm of his hand "...Andre Blackwood."  They didn't shake hands or anything like that.  TC seemed rather laid back and casual, nothing like the drill instructor Dre had been dreading.  From the looks of his hair, Dre thought his dreads would be pretty safe.<br/><br/>TC looked at the backside of the dark haired beauty and said with a smile "Don't worry, you'll have time enough to meet her."  His look showing he wasn't shy about admiring a younger girl despite his position here at the camp.  "You're going to be in cabin 2 and there will be no shortage of scenery there, I promise."  TC thought about the finest little ass he thought he had ever seen in Cabin 2.  He was also looking forward to meeting the fiery haired fellow American who was on her way.  It would be nice to talk to someone whose English wasn't the Queen's for a bit.  That and if her picture was any indication, she would definitely add to the already sensational 'scenery' in camp.  As TC showed Dre the way, a mid sized<a class="link link--external" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/66/e9/ac/66e9ac2e0196506fb1b764f066031fb4.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">dog</a>fell into pace with TC, ignoring the newcomer as TC patted the side of his head.