And the art, my God, the art’s superb.” He looked at one of the paintings on the walls.“All are from contemporary up and coming artist. That is ...y...”“Yes,” he broke me off, “I recognize the work, wonderful piece, it’s called ... Murder & Mayhem. He is a fine creative artist, a twisted, angry soul ... shows his torture in his work. This is from his period just after his release from prison. They accused him of raping one of his models. Can’t trust her type, gold diggers for sure. Of course,. Neelanti ladyni dengutunte majaga untundi. Nee pirralu bastalla unnai. Nee pirrala madhya na modda petti dengithe ohhhh super ga vuntundi ani athagari podavati mukkunu notlo pettukuni pookulonchi moddanu kasiga dinchadu aaahh modda ante ide modda dengu dengu annadi jayalaxmi paravasamtho.Ma vadine lechi pooku rasam vooripotunnadi. Ika kasepu denginchukundam annadi motham nudega thayarayi. Nenu ade chustunna. Ivala veella moddalu mavi. Veella dengudu maku rojantha kavali ani na mukku pattukuni. " The conversation trailed off there. As the conversation trailed off so did my eye contact. I finally took in all of Thomas. He looked to be about 25 years old. He was definitely tall. Taller than me. Probably around six feet four inches to my six feet two inches. He had short brown hair that at this point was stuck to his head. He had bushy eyebrows that sat over deep set eyes. The shadow from his eyebrows only made his blue eyes seem more bright. He had a square jaw with a nice five o'clock. Hepulled out his mail and sorted through it. There was the usual junkmail, and his cable bill. He then saw a letter from Max Prendergast. Hehad been Richard?s drama teacher back when he had been in high school. Without hesitation, Richard opened up the envelope and read the letter. Dear Richard, I hope you are well and enjoying college. If you put as much effort into your classes as you did in your performances for me then I know that you?ll do fine. .