What can I do?)Me- dekhe mone hocche kichu bypar ache.( Looking like you are hiding something)She- Na na temon kichu na. Bad din.(No No nothing like t...at. Leave it.)Me- Amake bondhu vebe bolte paro.(If you want you may tell me thinking me as a friend))She thought for some time and finally started her story. How she married and how her husband left her alone etc etc.I was listening to her story. Suddenly she started crying. I just sat beside her and moving my hand on her hair by saying- Kichu. Clinging fabric absorbing each escaping particle, drawing them into its weaved net, claiming them. The heat scalding at my skin, coating it, turning it slick and slippery. Rivulets forming in every crease of flesh.Whimpers have become soft pants before we move on once more. Tension resumes. Panties clinging to the petals of my sex like greaseproof paper on the base of a cake, hiding the swollen deliciousness. Muscles complain, agonising in the demands of each scrutinized step. Unhelpful fingers. I wasn't sure how I was going to doit. We don't have pills or a gun in the house so maybe jumping off aroof, or getting hit by a bus. I didn't want it to hurt; I wanted it tobe quick. So I never got past the thinking about it part. But next yearis going to be harder. School will be tougher and Liz will be away atcollege. I will be alone." No, baby," Mom tried to comfort me. "You won't be alone. Your dad and Iare always here for you." That is why we are here like this now!" I tried to show her.. Half way along the great room, Ariston's vision came to rest on a woman, a beautiful sylph with the dark hair and smoldering eyes of the south. Ariston was entranced. His steps faltered as he stared at this vision. Her face was turned down chastely, but her eyes bored into his, burning his soul and setting a fire in his loins.The Priestess saw the fire burning in the air between the two and said, "I see you have made your choice."Ariston turned and looked at the priestess as if to argue, since.