Vanya's hand gripped my arm through the rubber sleeve of my dress and gently urged me forward. She guided me again for several minutes before telling ...e to stand still, her hand dropping from my arm. I heard her moving, along with several other sounds and wondered what she had in mind for me next. Minutes later she ordered me to remove the blindfold and I did so, the chain from my cuffs brushing my face as I did. I blinked at the flood of light, although the room-lighting was dimmed, then. He felt free, there was no pressure, no demands. He didn’t even care when he dropped nacho cheese on his custom made imported Italian leather seats, a week ago he would have freaked out. How the hell had a vehicle become the most important thing in his life? He was sick of his own standards, his carefully scheduled routine, and his freakish neatness. He used to be messy once, along time ago. His mother always said a little dirt was necessary for a truly clean mind. *** Despite Lyndsy and Luci. Estelle Thurman, Suzie's mother, came to see him at school the next morning. She was a short athletic woman who wore her auburn hair in a pony tail. She was in good shape and had an ass to die for. She sheathed that ass in tight pants, like the ones she was wearing today. She pulled what might pass for a football jersey out of her bag and held it up for him to see. It was in the school colors of purple and orange and, in big letters across the back were the words "PORTER'S PIRETTES". "Get it?". There were some male waiters there, too, dressed in the traditional dress one would normally see in a very up market restaurant. If you wanted a drink or food you would order it from them! One of these was taking an order from one of the three ladies and it was this table Renzo showed me too. One of the ladies he introduced to me as, Gabriella, his wife! I smiled, shook hands with her and the other two, feeling extremely embarrassed.In Italian Renzo explained who I was, an American, a writer.