One typical summer Saturday night. My sister had gone club hopping with her girlfriends, dad had gone out of town for the weekend again, my mother was...probably in her bed fast asleep and the house party I went to was a flop.I figured that the best thing to do was to go home, head to the basement that I had converted to my personal abode, take a shower, slip one of my porno videos in the machine and beat my meat before I went to bed.As expected, my sister wasn’t home, the house was in darkness. “The way you didn’t take any crap from that guy on the door,” she said, moving even closer.“I just didn’t want to provoke him,” I answered modestly, with a wry smile.“Would you like a drink?” Trish asked, looking over at the bar, “It’s all paid for by the network, but you’re off duty now, so I’m not corrupting you, am I?”“Beer’s fine,” I answered, as we started walking over.“Oh, you don’t know good it is,” Trish started, “to hang out with a guy who drinks beer, and isn’t madly in love with. Now my grandfather’s haveli was surrounded by our servant’s quarters.All our workers who worked in our farms, warehouses, and the haveli lived in those servant quarters. Among them, there was a guy named Mukesh. I had never seen a more manly guy than him. He was easily 6 ft 3 inch or 4 inches. His built was highly muscular, thanks to all his hard work on our farms.Mukesh was our groundsman. He was responsible for the work being carried out on our farms. He was an honest guy, that was why he was. "Wait! Don't open it yet! Mom said to wait till it was bedtime!" James must have been wearing Bill's old leather Bomber jacket. I had to laugh at the way they were dressed in oversized,worn out jackets."These two look more like a couple of ragamuffins,instead of a couple of little rich ki ds!" I thought. It was on the boat,about halfway to our destination,when I got a chance to see what Dora had mentioned earlier. James slithered out of Bills jacket,like a snake shedding it's skin,and stood at.