Id go back upstairs and if you werent there well bad luck! Id just go. Im not going to hang around waiting for you. I grabbed up my bag and pushed ope... the door. My head was down and I wasnt looking as I started along the hallway back towards the bar. Over the clicking of my heels on the floorboards, I registered another sound just as I drew level with one of the doors. As I looked up and saw the gaping darkness, I felt myself grabbed by the front of my jacket and pulled roughly inside before. I moved my feet a foot further apart. His face was an inch away from my pussy. He always WAS short sighted. I had actually taken some advice, albeit indirect advice , prior to the event. A friend at school had an older sister who was a nurse, it’s not so relevant that she was a nurse, though in the UK nurses used to have a rep for being fast and loose. I don’t suppose they have the energy these days. Anyway, the sister had “had a lot of boyfriends” so to speak, we figured she might be. I knew I was bi already and had some buddies that experimented with me, but when I found the room with teen boys, I got really heavy into hatting about sex and what we could do. some of the guys I met were into cyber sex. I went along cause it was kind of exciting, and then over a period of several months I realized many of the guys were older. some of the older guys were pigs but a few were god to me. I enjoyed talking to some of them cause they answered questions about sex for me and weren't. “Are you ready to take Ettore and Tasso to your bed now, Clay?” Lorenzo asked in my wake. I didn’t answer. I just kept walking. I should never have confided my plight in fleeing from New York to Lorenzo.When I came back moments later to retrieve my sketches, I saw Lorenzo, laughing, pulling Federico into his bedroom. Federico was laughing as well. Were they laughing at me for showing I was frustrated and embarrassed? What had I gotten myself into in agreeing to come to Italy?Lorenzo Scarlotti.