....... Ed," he said my name like it was ajoke. "We need to have a little chat." Am I under arrest officer?" should you be?" His voice narrowed and be...ame confrontational. He didn'tlike being questioned for sure, and he was daring me to find out whatmight happen if I gave him any attitude. I groaned and walked alongsidethe car. sliding in through the passenger door. The second I buckled up,he hit the gas and we started driving in the direction of downtown, to anunknown destination. My already. Aisa kehte hi main uski choot chaatne laga. Pehle thodi der upar se hi chaata to usne apni taange puri khol di thi. Phir maine uski choot thodi si kholi aur ek baar apni jeebh andar daali. Woh bahaut zor se moan karne lagi jisse poora kamra goonj raha tha. andar pink colour ki kachchi choot thi uski. Main apni jeebh gol-2 ghumaane laga. Usne bedsheet apne dono haathon se kas ke pakad li thi. aisa karte karte karib 2minute ke baad ek zor ki siskaari ke saath uska paani choot gaya.Maine uska. Allof this was just too much for my fifteen-year-old brain to compute and Iwas so confused and disorientated by this experience that then and thereI vowed never to get my haircut again.I didn't know it at the time but this decision had two benefits to it.It gave me time to figure out exactly why this happened to me every timeI got my hair cut and also, given my unconventional appearance, meantthat I didn't fit into any group at school. This meant social death forme and I was more or less left. It was a welcome relief after 3 days of super boredom that I have been through. But little I know that life would be getting spicier soon.For the next 2 days we watched movies together, shopped, ate out and super fun. It was Saturday, the usually my husband and I usually have parties and all, but my brother in law and sister were at their usual tasks, him at work and sis with her mom-in-law.I went off to Rekha’s place. She was busy cooking and Sumon was also there. Apparently its Sumon’s day.