Pia was hesitant, she looked at me, uncertain to my reaction, but I reassured her, 'Why not, you're on holiday', and Bertie chimed-in, 'Out here dear,...everything goes', and then in a slightly darker tone, 'and I mean everything', and on saying so, we rose our glasses and he winked at each of us in turn.Unaccustomed to alcohol and in particular champagne, Pia downed her's quickly only to find it refilled quicker than she could bat her long lashes with, not that I did not see her expression. He is almost a kid anyways. Might have just become of legal age. Aha re.”Pintu: “Thanks, Didi.”Mimi: “Eto kichhu sonar por Didi bolar jonno Thanks.” (Thanks for calling me ‘Didi’ after hearing all these things.)Pintu was overwhelmed and his bulge was visible over his pants.Me raising my eyebrows: “Are you sure you are not a prostitute?”Mimi smiled and said, “Are you sure you are not a pimp of your own girlfriend?”Googly was hit over the boundary for a sixer. No words to utter.Me: “Amra niyom. ” Fuck Sonia? Pussy and ass? Holy shit!Real people just don’t do this shit.I guess I’m not in Kansas—er ... Nebraska—anymore.I was an automaton. I went to the kitchen and took food out of the refrigerator and ate it. I don’t know what it was. I drank a large bottle of water. I went into the bathroom and completely filled the tub and turned on the jets as high as I could get them. I threw up in the toilet before I got in the tub. So much for food. The thought of just drowning myself occurred to. ..kinda girlish. Thick ebony locks lay all around Carlos, covering the floor. I tried avoid any facial expression as I eyed her work, wondering if Carlos had actually requested it. “Looks good”, I said flatly with an analytical look on my face. In reality, aside from some stubble on Carlos' face, he looked downright like a pretty girl without makeup. “Why thank you, Clint” replied Carlos in his most affected and feminine voice, looking me right in the eyes. I suddenly turned away, half not.