<div class="floatleft">(http://hotchocolatefinder.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/maxmethi1031.JPG)</div>Ben was walking up the Mansion alley.<br/>He was feeling a bit daunted by the building. Just a few years back he was playing on dirt roads in Alexandria, now, less than two weeks in the states he was getting invited to some kind of party, in what it looked like a playboy mansion.<br/><br/>He came to america for a modeling job, few days of work, pretty money and some hot chicks.<br/>As soon as he got to the hotel he received this invitation. He double checked the name on the envelope, sure it was some kind of mistake, he knew nobody on this side of the ocean.<br/>But parties were good, and even if they sounded odd, these americans were better than he learned to think from the tv. Not everybody was walking around with a rifle on the shoulder and there even were city-cars around.<br/>People were friendly and he just kept smiling when the strange accents or odd words made him hard to understand.<br/><br/>On the day of the party, he just threw all his belongings in the gym bag he was traveling with, dressed up with some casual clothes, the fashion company he was shooting for had gave him: jeans and a tight white shirt.<br/><em>"They don't say anything about dress code, so I guess they are cool people."</em>he thought.<br/><br/>He hitchhiked his way to the mansion. Who said the USA weren't safe for hitchhikers? He just smiled and two minutes later he was in a car with this lady that kept landing her hand on his knee.<br/>She left him at the mansion's gate leaving him his business card with her private cellphone handwritten on the back.<br/><br/>The weather was high and the spirit too, it was going to be a great weekend, Ben felt it inside.<br/><br/>On reaching the door he met a guy hanging some sign, he was to well dressed to be the butler though.<br/>"<strong>Hello</strong>" he said, keeping it simple to not be mistaken.