" He shook his head. A man of the world, still befuddled bythe ways of women. "The mother though, the mother has changed. She leftme because she could... not stomach the things that I had to do to becomethe man I had become. She said that I was a monster." He smiledruefully at that. "Now I find that all this fine living, and goodcompany seems to have turned her into a monster in her turn." And time seems to have mellowed me, in some ways." I looked closely athim, and saw that he looked as sad as. "We purchased the wine from Nikandros at what were surely inflatedprices. The earnest little merchant never resumed his story, so weleft the agora with an unfinished tale."Why did you mock him, Cornelius?" I asked him in Latin as we departedthe acropolis with our purchases. "Was it not our purpose to come toAthens to hear the tales of locals?" Poems and myths, yes," Cornelius said, "but not the idle gossip of awine-addled Athenian. Mark my words, Ovid: that drunken fool wasmoments away from. Two of them shared a bottle while the third pulled his pistol from its holster and started shooting at a tethered dog.Before I could stop her, Sue rushed across the street and hit the drunken shooter. Suddenly realizing that they weren't alone in the street, the other two cowboys drew their pistols and pointed them at Sue. The cowboy Sue hit got back to his feet and unsteadily advanced on the rest of the group. It was a classic Mexican standoff. There were more of us but they had guns. We all. At times they would caress my boobs over my bra.I understood what was going on in their minds and kept walking. A group of 3-4 guys passed us by. As they were approaching, they looked at us and especially at me, examining my body from top to bottom. One of them signaled thumbs up to Vishal, and another whispered, “Good catch.”To this, Vishal too signaled back at them. Vishal, Dhruv, Naman, and all those boys giggled. I had started enjoying all the sexual attention I got and was turning hot. I,.