Eber ma-r pichone giye pacha-te saban lagiye, poder phuto-teo angul dhokalam. Hoito aj amake kache peye ma-r anondo hochillo, ar bhalo-o lagchilo, tai...ma kono apotti korchilo na. Snan sere ami dress kore niche neme elam, ar mone holo jano ami aj koto boro hoye giyechi.Koyek mas por…..gorom kaler dupur. Bari phanaka, keu nei, satyo kaka nijer ghore ghumachhe. Amar bhison bore lagche, bhablam dada-r ghore giye ektu golpo kori. Dorja-ta bhejano chilo, dada-ke chomke debo bole dorja aste aste khule. I wish I could hold off, but it’s like it just starts, and I can’t control it.” “I know, Honey. Oh, I went to that coffee shop in Annapolis today and got online, and downloaded and printed something out for you to read. Hand me my pack, and I’ll show you.” She dug out a sheet of paper, with a printout from Playboy on it. The heading read Advisor, March 1959. It was a question from Martha, in Seattle, Washington, about how to help her husband hold off. There was a list of exercises to try, to. Okay so because of my dad’s life insurance policy my mom could send me to this fancy prep school. You know tartan mini skirt, white blouse, up tight rich kids. The guys wore bleached-teeth smiles and too-blue blazers with faux gold buttons. Half the girls were gifted fake boobs for their sixteenth. Got the picture? Do you know what I learned? I learned a singular lesson: the more rich kids you have in a school the more thieves you have. Fuck I can’t tell you how I hated that place. Bunch of. I grinned, she howled. Her legs spasmed, kicked up and down, and towards the end straightened out from jolts of pain. I wasn't even striking with all my force, but could still see my intent was working. By the end hot, burning marks of red cruelty stained her precious backside. The sting cause her to break down entirely. "Maybe now you know to do whatever the fuck I say." I was pretty pissed by then; she's lucky I wasn't in the mood to uphold my original threat and stab her. One.