She'd gone shopping that afternoon after school with her friends, Heather and Dawn, determined to burn through her birthday money. It wasn't easy real...zing her daughter was eighteen already. Where had the time gone? It seemed just yesterday that Mary was clenching Jenny's hand in the hospital when David didn't make it through surgery, but that was five years ago.Mary leaned against the kitchen counter behind her, running one hand through dirty blonde hair, her hand turning to a fist as she. “I want you,” I typed.There was a long pause. I wasn’t sure what to expect when she didn’t answer for so long. Had I offended her? Was she getting cold feet?“Wednesday morning after our workouts?” the answer came back.“I have an empty furnished apartment here in the complex,” I answered. “See you Wednesday.”We concluded our chat soon after that and I was in a daze the rest of the day. The next few days weren’t any better, since it was Friday when we put our plan in motion and wouldn’t see each. That’s her routine. My Juliette’s a predictable creature, regimented. Lunch will take exactly three minutes to prepare and five to devour. The timing never deviates. She eats at her breakfast bar facing out onto her garden - facing me. I see her clearly, every detail; the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes, every twitch of the muscles in her beautiful face.My viewing platform is my house, my spare bedroom to be precise. My semi-detached property overlooks the rear of hers and, with no. Pher Saroj bala Malar braer hook ta aste kore khule dilo. “Kee korchees Saroj?” Mala ektu dekahnor raag dekheiye bollo. Kichu na bou rani, peeth theek kore malish korte parchilam na tai tomar braer hook ta khule dilam.” Malar malish korate khoob bhalo lagchilo. Eibar Saroj bala ektu uthe Malar paye malish korte laglo. Malish korte korte Sarojer hath Malar uru obdi pounche gelo. Mlara duto paa apna apni khule gelo. Sarojbala ekhon Malar du payer majhkhane panty te dhaka guud ta bhalo kore dekhte.