Okhane dudin khub masti korei katlo but hotath amke ekta kajer chap e fire aste hoi.Tai seidin bikel belate rouna di.Traine motamuti ektu vir chilo.Pr...thome to ekdom boreing lagchilo..Chepe to vablam kothai chole esechi awwwwwwww…Kane head phone gunje gaan sunte sunte trainer dolani khete khetecholte suru korlam.Du ekta station porei dekhi lok prai nei bollei chole puro boggi te amra prai jona 10-12 hobo..Serokomi kotha suneandaz hochiilo.Ki jeno ekta station e train ta daralo ar tarpor abar. She was too and given she wasn't a guy but she was in a thong regardless. I heard the unmistakable sound of a cell phone ringing and checked to se if it were mine. I looked in my beach bag and it wasn't mine. I turned and looked down the beach to see several other beach goers check there phone as well. I checked the hottie to my left and she was on her phone it must've been hers.I heard her conversation, "Hi Bill. Sorry Will.I.am." That's when I realized who that beach goddess was. That perfect. We then descended to the bar to wait for Teresa.In the bar we discussed what to order and Linda and Virginia decided on white wine. I order a single malt scotch and forgot to order ice with it. I have never been one to drink my liquor warm, always with at least some ice, and when a second glass appeared with ice I poured my scotch in it and sat back to enjoy it. We seemed to be the only Americans in the bar but there were several other people not from Italy. I heard French, German and two. .” She sniffed, blew her nose, and wiped her eyes. “D’you remember that cruise ship which was boarded in the Gulf of Aden? Somali pirates?”“Sure.”“When the American special forces team took it back, Mum and Dad were two of the casualties.”What can you say? ‘I’m sorry’ is hardly adequate, is it?I sighed. “Oh, my dear...” Let me say, I’m heard many sad tales in my career. Sometimes you can tell it’s just a sob-story. At others, like Clara’s, you can tell that deep distress is involved.“Can I have.