In Italian Renzo explained who I was, an American, a writer and artist and here to do some illustrative work. They smiled and nodded. I smiled back an...d looked questioningly at Renzo.Turning to me in English he said, “I told them your professional occupation and that professional reason why you are here. None of the ladies speak much English, except for Gabriella. Don’t worry about my wife and the other two are my sisters, Elena and Alesia ... They all have a monetary and other peculiar. I felt better than I had since I walked into class that Friday afternoon. Besides, the meal had been the best Italian I'd ever had, no question about it, I needed to try some places other than "Olive Garden." This stuff was good, even if I wasn't sure what I'd eaten.Cindy was leaning forward over the table, still holding my hand, her eyes glistened and if she hadn't been smiling so broadly I'd have thought she was on the verge of tears.I pulled myself together after she ordered some desert and. She struggled within herself to try and remember why she was putting make up on in the first place. She looked down and opening the robe examined, as if for the first time – and yet somehow as if she already knew, the look that she was creating. She stood again, this time a little uncertainly, and went over to the mirror. She pulled back her robe somewhat gingerly as if afraid at what she was about to reveal to herself. She looked like a tart. Where did these clothes come from? Her jaw dropped. "Our options range from compulsory participation in The Program to suspension, but ... Ah, here it is, and I quote, 'Criminal acts by or upon Program students will be dealt with by local law enforcement.' Vandalism is a criminal act, Mr. Hicks, but before we call the cops I'll go on. 'Note that sex crimes by or committed upon participants will be dealt with using the utmost severity under the new federal sentencing guidelines.'"That put a stopper to Horace's next tirade. Even though assaulting.