So, I sat naked, wondering if I should grab shorts or just hide behind the door. I decided it was somebody selling something so I opened the door just...enough to look out.Mariella stood on the porch. The memory of who she was took a second to surface. I immediately humiliated myself by opening my mouth. “Oh! Uh, hi. What’s up?”She gave a little laugh. “What’s up? Well, the last time I was here I was invited inside.”“Well, the last time it was my wife who invited you in. But, more importantly,. After no time at all, the three of them seemed to come to a collective decision, as they stood up and walked over to my table. They asked if they could sit with me, and of course, careful to remain nonchalant, I said yes. What followed was about twenty minutes of very light conversation in my mediocre, broken Spanish. They asked me how old I was, and when I said I was eighteen they were quick to indicate that they were also eighteen. I had my doubts--they definitely seemed older than that to. ”“Well I can understand that, what do your parents say?”“Not told them, I don’t want my mum trying to take it all from me, IF I get it, cos I’m still not totally convinced.”“Well I hope that you do Eva. Now, have you noticed those boys staring at our legs, lets give them a bit more to look at.”“Jeez Jade, you’re worse than me.”“I doubt that, it’s just that you’ve got something else on your mind.”Then Eva swing her knees wide apart for a couple of seconds then closed themand said, “That will. After few days, boss (Stephen) of my husband (Nabisa) did not allow me to give him food and use to say Nabisa is very busy you should not disturb him every day wasting most of time for lunch. Next I pleaded him for allowing me to serve him food. Then he said even I am hungry since many days for your ripen mangoes. I didn’t not say anything and went back home.Let me describe Stephen. He is a black guy with a height around 5.9ft and with well-built personality and ugly face. He has rough and.