“Well come on in the kitchen when your done out here.” She told me.I put my shirt back on and found my way into the kitchen. When I walked into t...e kitchen, Sandy was sitting at the table with a couple of opened beers. “Oh darn,” she said, “I was hoping you’d keep your shirt off.” I started to get the feeling that she was hitting on me. Like I said, I was kind of slow in the sex department. I was however begining to figure it out. “Would you like me to take it back off?” I asked. “MMM HMM!”. She could remember that normal people are happy, but Doris MacAlbee could never remember from a day in her life what happiness felt like. She became aware of the fact that she needed to use the bathroom and she still hadn’t yet today. Her unwillingness to shit on the floor rose very slightly above her unwillingness to do anything at all, let alone move. She pulled herself along the floor, her hip bouncing into the only book case in the house that was not part recessed into the wall. Pain lanced. Ekdin amra lukochuri khelchi khelte khelte dujonari khub hisu paeche eri modhe or poder ghasa khea amar nunu tatia chilo ami amar amar pant khule dariachi tititli amar nunu ta obak hae dekhche R hasche jani na keno, o hisu korte lajja pachilo amar samne.Ami bollam amar ta jokhon dekhechis tortao ami dekhbo amar jedajedi te o panty khule hisu korte boslo, hisu karar pore ami or gude hath dilam alada filling halo ,eri modhe school e nunu nunu khela sikhechi o baba ma khela sikhechi, TItli k. She bolted up right, a thousand scenarios playing through her mind. Who the hell was outside? Nobody she knew just came round, not without texting first. She paused the film and listened but could hear nothing more. She waited a while after the light went off. Must be a cat or something, she thought, and pressed the play button. Only seconds later came a loud hammering on the door, then low voices and muttering. There was a short break, then a knock she thought she recognised. But it was still.