“I concur. How were your travels?”“Long.”“I hope the journey was worth it,” the experienced courtesan said pouring two glasses of wine.“... think so,” the African replied taking a beverage from Domenico.“That is good. I have always wondered about the ways of men in diplomacy and trade.”“Is that so?”“Oh, yes! I am an artist. And I was given to such a life as I have now.”“Do you enjoy your life?”“Yes, Your Excellency! It affords me the opportunity to meet powerful and interesting men. Though, I. Just as important- we need to pray with gratitude. Don’t forget to thank God for everything, and yes, as silly as it sounds, even thank him for your hardships. The troubles you withstand make you who you are. I know some people find it hard to believe in God when bad things happen, and I used to be one of them. As clichéd as it sounds, things always happen for a reason. Life is like a river, constantly moving you, taking you to different banks to learn something new or to have a different. All of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I could see the mail truck slowly making its way around the block. Now if you’ve read about my other experiences I have fantasized about having a moment with my mail lady. She is not really a great looking woman or in that great of shape. I have just always wanted to say that I fucked my mail lady. I have tried on numerous occasions to bait her into it, I even had sex with Jose right in the doorway as she watched from the porch but still no. My heart was pounding heavily but I tried to act normal. She asked me how are they, I said can’t say without seeing them properly. She gave a naughty smile and started walking towards the table. I was having goosebumps, I understood that now I can have her on bed very soon. We joined our family members on the table.Next day when I woke up I went to my parents’ room and found it was locked, then I went to my Uncle’s room and found only my aunt was there. She was in her nightgown and was looking.