Met her in the evening. Karol. The sweetest slut of the whole holiday. I was hanging about somewhere down the Copa, in front of the BALCONY or MABS. At first I wasn’t quite sure, is her smile sweet or is she especially shy. She is pretty dark, young, slim, and intelligent. Comes from some place else, not Rio, maybe a season worker. She came in with her girlfriend; they were looks for a table, which gave me a few seconds to react. I wave them over and offer them a seat. Her white girlfriend has been in the business longer, and speaks quite good English, I offer them both a drink; buy some fags (cigarettes for the Americans) for Karol. Straight away I fall for her bedroom eyes, find her mind blowing, really fall in love. I ask her if she would like to go to the hotel.

Of course she wants to – nobody is able to say no that quickly to me. The night is simply super; we still have a lot of fun regardless of the language barrier. Karol has a pierced tongue, a premiere for me, but I didn’t find the difference that good. Karol gave me the best of girlfriend sex. Karol is very clean; I experienced such a thing only once in Brazil, that’s why she got a lot of my tongue. Karol won’t do it “barefooted”, she sticks to her principles right to the very end, doesn’t matter, the blowjob was super. We messed about for quite a long time; I considered spending a bit more time with her. The next morning there was another perfect blowjob. After having a shower and getting dressed, I told her that I wanted to have an AIDS test together with her, I wanted to know if, how, and where that would be possible. She said something about a hospital. Before we leave, she holds out her hand and wants paying. Yes, that’s normal; nobody relies on the other, who knows what will happen during the evening.

I gave her 100 Reais, but she is not satisfied, she wants 150. I tell her no, 100 are enough, but no, it has to be 150. Ok, I didn’t hesitate any longer and gave her another 50. That’s Rio, but she was worth it anyway. I had just wanted to check out the limits. We take a taxi to Ipanema, took ten minutes. On arrival at the hospital, they told me that they couldn’t do a blood test, but did give me an address near by. Off in a taxi again, and after a while searching we found it, it was a laboratory. We sit down, fill out forms. I pay around 200 Reais. On asking how long it would take to get the results, they told me about a week, great, Karol looked at me questioningly – she believed that I was working in Sao Paulo, and was stopping here for quite a long time (used an old boy scouts trick). I shook my head.

I was given my money back, once outside, Karol phoned around with her mobile to try and fine another possibility – with the same result, so, what a load of crap. I tell her we should forget about the test and we both jump into a taxi, I fancied going down the old town with her for a stroll around and a bite to eat. On the way, I tried to explain to her that she shouldn’t be worried because I had had a test done three weeks beforehand in Germany (which was true). I asked her whether she believed me. Yes. I had everything checked (counted off on my fingers everything I could think of, and because of some of the Latin names, things could also be understood here, herpetitis for example). She nodded. So, Then it would be no problem without a rubber, Yes it would! I gave up; I considered whether it was worth it. I decided otherwise and said to her that we should meet in the evening down the Copa, at around eleven. Ok, I gave her a bit of cash for the taxi (she lived down the Copa), got out and went on my own to the Centro, I had something to sort out there.