I recently flew to Mumbai for a quick two day business trip, and even though I've only been to India a few number of times, the city always seem to have a life of its own. I can tell you one thing though - some of those rickshaw rides can put my 4-speed adjustable vibrator to shame.

What is it about hotel rooms that brings out the naughty side of people? I had a 'special friend' of mine meet up at my hotel room, and after some blissful hours, had to bid him adieu. I then decided to ring up room service for some dinner, consisting simply of some pulao, vegetable curry, and of course gulab jamun. A few minutes later the room service guy arrives with my food, but I also notice that he's brought in two of everything - two plates, two knives, two forks, two water glasses, and even two gulab jamuns! He quietly sets everything down, whips around, and says to me "Have a very good night sir!", while at the same time flashing me his widest smile that loosely translated to "Oh you filthy filthy little boy!"

At that point I didn't know which would be quicker - leaping out of the window or electrocution in the bathtub.

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