In the office, he and I have a great relationship – always joking back and forth, teasing each other about everything. Whenever we are at company ev...nts we usually end up in deep conversations in the corner, and my coworkers have asked me if there is anything going on between us. I always scoff and say “Never!!” but the truth is, I had thought about it. Fantasized about it, even. But now that I was faced with this situation, I wasn’t sure I could go through with it. But, I decided that I had to. .tor buke r bythay malish kare dile tor jemon bhalo lagto tui ghumiye portis .bol thik kina?…meshor katha sune ami hah bolleo amar bhoy lagchhe ,…advut voy.. Se katha mesho ke boltei mesho bollo kono bhoy nei mesho amay akhon ‘CHUDBE’.. Aar ato bhalo basbe je Candi take ami naki amar guder bhetor dhukiye rakte chai b!!! ‘CHUDBE/GUD..’aai word gulo bojhar agei mesho amar dui pa mesho pither dike ba hat diye chepe dhare dan hat diye candi ta amar susu r futoy chepe dharei bollo meshor chokher. On the way, Stan told Michelle about an upcoming firehouse barbeque that was planned for the next weekend. The entire firehouse would be there, and he thought she might like to drop by for some food and a few drinks with the other guys. The though of being near all of those firemen at once nearly had Michelle's panties soaked again, and she could just barely mutter a "yes" to Stan's invitation. "Great," replied Stan. "The other guys will love having you for lunch." Michelle almost choked when. ”She checked that the soup had heated up enough and ladled out two mugs full. It was a chicken-and-anything-else-that-was-left-over soup, and as usual with Mum’s cooking, it was hearty and warming. Jen was correct – it was a particularly good one, with just a hint of the parsley and thyme stuffing which had also been added. We stood by the cooker to drink it, talking quietly while she continued to turn the potatoes.“So, how’s your love life?”I grunted in response, and got a sympathetic facial.