Legal clerks, shipping clerks. Clerks for the railways, clerks for thecanals, council clerks. That was the male line, of course, because untilthe last...couple of generations, the women stayed at home and bred (anddid the odd bit of illicit shagging as well as the legal stuff) or maybespent periods as maids or governesses before resigning themselves totheir own domesticity.Bronwen also used her skills to track done not just Births, Marriages andDeaths, but also letters, diaries, wills and so on.. "Excuse me a second." Then he turned and, in a very businesslike manner, butt-stroked Nicki in the stomach with the shotgun. While she was still gasping for air he produced a stun gun purchased the night before and gave her a good zap to put her out. Another pocket of his cargo pants yielded up a pair of steel hinged handcuffs bought from the same law enforcement supply store as the Tazer and a roll of red bondage tape from a local adult toy store. The cuffs secured Nicki's wrists behind her. Ami ok dakhchilam-chouko moton much,tikalo nak,rong forsa,tustuse gal,maxi poe bose ache.mai dutir astito bes bojha gelo na.rba porechilo na seta patla maxir upor dia valoi dacha jahcilo.tak dakhe r sedin valo kore khaoa holo na.sua Porlam.majh rate hotath dekhi baganer light jolche k chilo dakhte giye dekhi sonu r mili hisi korche.ami obak hoye gelam mili maxi upore tule panti namia udom vabe hisi korche or pacha mansol,choura hoto akei bole asli pacha. R sonu r kichui dacha gelo na.sedin rate. I was certain of that. Who else could I ask though? Anyone maybe. Janine? I hoped not.“OK, well,” Eden pulled over to the curb, “Let’s get you fixed up and I’ll run you over.”She unbuckled and rolled around the driver’s seat. Matt was sitting giddily in the little side chair. Our cargo, two blue boxes with plastic windows and one paper bag stapled shut, sat in a plastic cooler secured under a metal table. Eden, Matthew and I were dressed in our uniforms. Blue button up shirts, with a four.