I work at this large office building, in my little cubicle, typing away at my computer every day. My life has no excitement. Every day I wake up, go through my regular morning routine, go to work, have lunch, go back to work, come back home, eat dinner and jack off before I go to bed. It’s almost mind numbing how boring my life has been and considering how spontaneous I was in college, my life pretty much sucks. That’s when my boss said I needed to go out of the country to meet a big client. I still don’t know why he chose me but it didn’t matter because it was different and by that point I was taking everything I could get, even if it meant a week of boring meetings and ass-kissing. It turns out my destination was Milan, Italy so I packed my bags and I endured a seven hour flight there, reading an Italian dictionary to help me survive there. By the time I had landed, the only things I knew how to say were, “Where is the bathroom?”, “How much does it cost?” and “Where can I eat?” I figured that would have to get me through the trip. After I found my way out of the maze of the airport, I found the hotel where my boss had rented the room for me. The hotel was pretty ratty but it was affordable for them I guess. It had just a few pieces of furniture, a bed, a dresser and a bathroom with a shower. I took a very long, hot shower and took the time to think about how boring this week would be and even though it was different; it was the same in being a week of no fun. It would be like home only the location was better. After I toweled off, I fell on to my bed and feel asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt refreshed like I had woken up in another body. The clerk called on the hotel phone and told me that my boss had called and said that my meetings had been canceled. Apparently this guy I was supposed to be meeting took his niece on a surprise trip to Paris for her birthday. He also told me that this just became my vacation. After I hung up the phone, I did a little dance and cheered to myself at the thought at finally being able to relax and enjoy where I was. It was a beautiful sunny day so I slipped on some loose shorts and a wife beater and hit the town. Using what little Italian I knew, I decided to buy something nice for myself so I went into the fashion district of Milan. It was packed with people and not just Italians either. It looked like citizens from every country came to Milan on the same day. It wasn’t too surprising considering how famous Milan is for being one of the fashion capitals of the world. After some walking around I saw a little stall with some cheap shirts and souvenirs so I bought a shirt and some stuff for friends at home and continued my journey. When I came to a less crowded section, I decided to eat lunch and eat some authentic Italian food. I sat down at a small café that didn’t seem too busy. I started to notice these two girls checking me out from the next table over. One had dark brown hair and had very authentic Italian looks