Part one of term paper
You think you know a person. You think you know them, right up until the day they come out and tell you about all their deep, dark secrets and this whole other life they've been leading that you never even knew about. At least, that was the case with my good friend, Lyle Lawrence Kingly. My name, for the information of the curious, is Nile ...

Part two of term paper
... left it at that. We stayed friends, however, and tried to remain in touch. So I was surprised, rather pleasantly, the day I received an overseas long- distance call from Africa. It was Lyle, calling to see how I'd been, what I was doing, that sort of thing. Then suddenly his voice took on a more serious tone. "Niles, you have to come here. I may need your help." "What is it, Lyle? What's wrong?" "I can't tell you over the phone." He whispered. "It's too important. You have to be here." ...