So my dream of studying in a college outside kolkata was shattered and i had to stay at home and go to college everyday.I love public displays of skin...and i get “on” with the thought of displaying my naked body to a complete stranger on the road or somewhere oitside below the sky. Even i love to have sex and enjoy with small kids. Well this story is different. It is of public display. So aid in storytelling i am going to narrate this story in bengali for a better perspective and to give. I'm a teenager. If I'm responsible enough tobabysit, I reckon I'm responsible enough to do magic!"You see, our family belongs to a clan which can do magic. You mightthink magic is not real, but in fact there are certain groups whopractise magic in secret. Our clan is one such group. And I knew myparents had a few items which were magical.I went to the spare room, and Tina followed me. I opened the cupboard,and sure enough, there was a storage box. It wasn't taped shutproperly, because I guess. “This way looks better!”, he growled , tugging on your arm painfully. You protested loudly, cantering along at his pace- you turned your ankle on the cobbles, you wrenched your hand free, stopped and cursed him. “ Look….that’s North…we should be heading this way!” , he barked .He indicated a dark alleyway. At the far end you could see heavier traffic under bright lights…” Oh, alright….but if we’re still lost….we’ve got to ask someone!” You were still mad at him for failing to stop some. .when the sun drops below the horizon lets buy a couple tickets to our favorite ride and try something new! Whenever she got that twinkle in her pretty blue eyes,I knew that meant trouble.We watched as the last car got crunched and an old 76 cadillac emerged the winner.By this time it was 8:30pm so we walked around and tried a few games along the midway,at 9:oo the sky had turned totally dark... She took my hand in hers and said lets get our tickets to ride.We tried sex in a lot of various.