Ami amar jama kapor pore amar ghor theke beriye ashlam.Mami amake jigesh korlo, “tomar chan tan hoeye geche to? Amader jol khabae toyeree. Tumi ...aratari jol khabar kheye bajar theke kichu jorooree jinish potro niye esho. Tar ami aar Papiya shopping korte berybo.” Ami chup chap nashta kore mamir kach theke jinisher list aar paisa miye bajare chole gelam. Khanik pore bajar theke jinish potro niye eshe ami dekhlam je jhee ta tar kaj sesh kore chole geche aar mami aar didi du jone baire jabar. ‘Tell him,’ he said softly. She looked up at her master with questioning eyes, so he elaborated, ‘Tell Chad why you ditched the dance and came here at my order.’ She looked over at the pathetic form of her quote-unquote boyfriend. He was slouched in a chair, facing them, his eyes downcast. Alan put one arm around her shoulder, the hand hanging down and rolling her nipple and ring through his fingers, causing her to pant gently as she continued to answer Alan’s questions. ‘Because You wanted me. Her skin was porcelain and untainted, her make-up simple and flawless, blue-black hair cascading to her shoulders. It was only after a moment spent thinking about how attractive she was that I realised her mouth was unobstructed, yet she didn’t call for help. The noises she made did not derive from terror, but from anticipation. His hand was underneath her vest top, pulling it up to give him room to massage her left breast and revealing an attractive pale blue bra. She coiled her right leg. My sister, well, she wanted to be just like Mom. As for myself, I was a loser as a kid and I wanted to be just like all the worthless gang bangers in my neighborhood, and I let everyone, including my mom and my sister, treat me like garbage, and I didn’t feel like I was worth a damn. Well, it just so happened I had one school teacher who got through to me. My school was crap for the most part, the students didn’t care, our parents didn’t care, and most importantly, our teachers didn’t care, and.