“Siena, some tea. And bring out some bread and a plate of the Gnocchi di ricotta Alonzo said he was making.”“Yes, sir,” smiled the girl, who q...ickly turned and left.“Sit, sit,” smiled Angelo, gesturing towards a chair. “I can have her bring a menu, but Alonzo is an excellent chef, so unless you want something specific, whatever he recommends will be good.”“Sounds like a plan,” said Ken, sitting down. Angelo joined him. “Looks like you have the run of the place already. Took you a while to do. I am studying B. Com. From a private college here and I hardly go to the college. I have a group of friends with whom I can be generally be found in any of the cinemas, food joints or on the necklace road. We are three friends. We three enjoy a lot and all of us have a high sex drive. We even have lesbian sex sometimes and watch porn movies a lot in our room. We three are not from Hyderabad but came here only for studies. Actually we came here to have fun and to get out, we convinced our. God, I'm such a slut. * * * * *Chapter 7: Slow But SureYeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking, here comes Sloth, bringing upthe rear again. Well, that's me, what can I say? Because while myuptight, Type-A siblings are all running around bemoaning theirsituations, I'm content to just hang back and chill. I'm more of a "stopand smell the roses" kinda guy. And my hosts have it easy...who wouldn'twant to be on an extended vacation, am I right? Unfortunately it. ”As Jimmy walked in shame, Mrs. Jones telephoned Martin’s estate. A young masculine voice was heard over the phone.“Hello, is this martin’s parents? I am Felicia Jones. I wish to talk to you about your son Martin.”“Err…okay. What’s this all about?” The voice responded.“Your son has been bullying my boy, Jimmy. Would it be great if I could come over and talk to you?”“Sure, I will text you the address.” Said the voice reassuringly.“Okay, do you need my phone number?”“No need for that Mrs. Jones..