I closed my eyes and saw that Serbian cocksucker's face as he'd spoken to barely three hours ago; smooth, precise in his phrasing, an iron fucking fis...t in a silk glove, his forefinger deftly punctuating his words."This guy's your friend?" my companion whispered noncommittally as we waited.I answered with a tight nod, catching him in the periphery of my vision—a truly massive guy, well over six feet, a loose fitting Italian suit that did nothing to disguise his heavily muscled bulk. He hadn't. She was there in Bangalore working. The was beautiful and especially her eyes were captivating. I am not very sure of her body features but all i know is that her breast size is 36 which is sure because that is my favourite part to play with. We by phone became so close that we were like horny lovers. We had phone sex almost everyday with me on the terrace in Kerala and she in her room fingering till she moaned high. We used to say all we would do if we got a chance to catch up together.Finally. The towels you do not recognize. You walk out into the bedroom. This is not your house. This is your brother’s house. You have swapped bodies and places entirely. Your mind begins to race to figure out what happened. You replay yesterday in your head. You remember spending the day walking around the mall. You visited a video game store and had your fortune told by the Zoltar machine. You visited a jewelry store where you stole some enchanted earrings. You got some lunch at a Chinese restaurant. But this time I didn't retreat into a cave. Instead, I lived in multiple worlds. In each world, I developed a suitable persona.In the first place, it was difficult to "retreat" from two huge Italian families. One was the smaller, but heavily populated, clan of my mother and deceased father. The other was my step-dad's large congregation, more ambitious and lively and numbering in the hundreds. Young cousins abounded in this new group, and the aunts and uncles were more than friendly. But I.