What’s happened to everyone since? Well, let’s recount.

Cindy, spent a month and a half declaring her undying love for me. Her undying love suddenly died when she found out our marriage would negatively affect her financial situation. She still works at 4X4, and amuses herself by being the bane of my existence.

Adriana still works at Luomo. She still doesn’t speak to me.

Tatiana is no longer on the program. I think her family found out she was working. She cried the last time she saw me and told me I was always such a great person to her. I told her I’d call her and she said, “You can’t. My father has my cell phone.” I still miss her a lot.

Elis still works at 4x4. After a brief and apparently turbulent intimate “friendship”, she and Cindy no longer speak.

Suellen still works at Luomo. She told me just the other night, “Remember how crazy I used to be about you? Ai, what was wrong with me?” Which made me feel just grand.

Bruna still works at Luomo. She and I occasionally trade jokes, and kisses, and blows. I still think she’s a great girl.

Gabi and Sol have moved on to Solarium. Diana works independently, and is well worth the trouble of contacting her. Nicole is off the program. Bella is still at Luomo, as is Kelly, whom I did with Duda and forgot to put in my report. Sabrina is still at Luomo. Duda is not currently working.

I saw Suzanna in Help one night and haven’t seen her since.

Maisa is currently working at Centaurus and will not accept less than $500 for all night. I got her for 3 hours for $250, but she may have been feeling generous. It was after all Christmas Day.

And she is much better in the rack.

I still haven’t been back to Centaurus.

And Ingrid is still fucking hot.

Gibletpie - what have you been doing in your spare time. - Hemp

Spare time? Who has spare time these days?

Well, I spend a lot of it translating Portuguese for my friend Hemp... ;)

It would take a novel to cover my exploits since then, but let's try to manage a summary.

Okay, well, one week after I moved down, I met a gorgeous girl we'll call Malu. We had a wonderful, romantic, sex-soaked 3 months together and we split up. We're still talking about getting back together. The relationship didn't cost me a nickel.

A girl named Brisa who worked at Luomo was my girlfriend for about 3 weeks. She still wants me back, but she's kind of annoying, and she cuddles like the face sucker from Alien.

I've also banged 2 other girls from Luomo por nada and one girl from 4x4 keeps offering to suck me off for free.

I ate a girl's pussy in the main bar at 4x4 one night. I was the only American in there and the DJ kept shouting, "THE GRINGO!!! THE GRINGO!!!" I thought I was gonna get my ass whipped on the way out.

Other than that, I generally just get ripping drunk and make out with 3 or 4 girls per night.

Your friend Natasha is a pretty good kisser

Okay, a few pics. No names. No faces.

Photos: Bunda 01 02 03 04
Photo: Dupla 05
Photo: Boobs 06

Gibletpie your absolutely right Natasha is a good kisser among other things. - See you around the campus and thanks for the translating. Keep UP the good HARD work. - Hemp

(carefully studies Gibletpie's writing and closely views the photos...)
MY LIFE SUCKS! I barely get to rio 5-6 times a year usually for 8-9 days and that deficiency is bad enough. I have to go weeks and weeks with no rio and to make it WORSE, now I have to read about what a GREAT LIFE that sack of shit Gibletpie enjoys.
(Buries face in one hand, other hand begins typing in searches for flights to rio...)

Blissman-- my life sounds great to you? Consider for a moment that the instant I step out of my bedroom every morning I am greeted by the sight of Don in his underwear. Or that I am constantly haunted by the impending threat of liver failure. Weigh that against the positives...

Okay, I guess it is still pretty great ;)

I dont know, that whole Don thing sounds pretty ugly. Stay strong Gibletpie. AZ

Gib, the threat of liver failure is like the weather for guys like us, there just is not much you can do about it (except stop drinking, ain't gonna happen). But the daily specter of Don in his underwear brings up the question of whether gouging out one's own eyes is something to consider. You could still do braille-style shopping in the termas...

Liver failure, ok; low pay, ok; Don in his underwear PRICELESS (NOT) That's why there is alcohol GIB

Gibletpie will eventually regret not taking my advice on installing deadbolts on his bedroom door. Imagine waking up one morning, rolling over and instead of a garota you come nose to nose with Don, passed out, in underwear or perhaps buck naked. Your first wish would be that you had taken your pal Catocony's advice and installed deadbolts. Your second thought would be why couldn't his cigar have caught the mattress on fire and killed you in your sleep so that you wouldn't have the certain nightmares of waking up next to Don every night of your excruciating life to come?

After an experience like that, the only way thing you'll have to look forward to is death. Sweet, sweet death.

You just had to throw in "And Ingrid is still fucking hot." Nice pics by the way, whos the slut with the reddish brown hair in the pic titled dupla ?