Detail is good, right? My hair wasdisheveled. I was wearing eyeliner from the night before, I think,and lip gloss that tasted like vanilla extract. ...When my skin is darkI don’t wear as much makeup.I stood facing the door and I felt him grip my arm. I don’t rememberif I turned around or if he turned me around, but he pulled my arm sohard that for an instant I thought he dislocated it.I like pain.He was kissing me hard. I closed my eyes and kissed back hard,letting my body press. That will come after you have been initiated. I made a phone call from my kitchen. Someone will be here soon to join us”.She laughed seeing the shock this news brought and reminded me that she had had already said that others would help in my mentoring. “There’s no point in delaying and you will have to meet another mentor before initiation so it may as well be now. There are many things you must understand about the ways of love and they will help me show them”.The door bell rang. I panicked. No wonder people were right when they complimented about his contacts. He knew almost everyone around, and everyone was eager to help him. He was certainly a very resourceful person. In twenty minutes, the lock was open and a new key was handed to me. I paid the key maker his dues and expressed heartfelt thanks to victor.After this timely help, Victor would meet me every day after my workout and brisk walk. He would be rushing on wheelchair towards the lawn where I normally sit and relax after. The way Italian men looked at her made her cringe. It wasn’t just her that they looked at that way it was all women. Italian men were uninhibited in delivering what Laura called ‘appreciative glances.’ It bothered Ellia. To her it felt inappropriately sexual. She didn’t want men to be thinking about sex when they looked at her. As usual Laura had teased her about it. ‘It’s harmless, you’re being over-sensitive,’ she had had said. She walked back to her tiny studio apartment and sat on her bed.