..Now I know some people will opine that such a review is all that's necessary. That's all a reader or an author should expect. But I know for a fact ...hat Ken wants more from a review than that. If it was my story I'd want something more. It's public feedback. It's a message from one reader to alllllll the other ones. If you could email every person on SOL about a story, is that all you'd want to say?Maybe that's why I tended to go a little overboard with my own reviews, I'm not sure. Obviously. I was too nervous to really think straight.I stared at her. I twisted around and stared at Jean-Luc. I stared at Evan. All of a sudden I think I got where she was going."I don't think there could be a better introduction to this in the world than what you could get from these two," Heather said. "Listen, we'll do it in stages. Little bit more and more each night. I can be there the whole time." Any time you don't like it, we'll stop," Evan said softly, petting my hair."Absolutely," Jean-Luc. The elevator shook violently, then suddenly began to freefall before coming to a very sudden halt. I looked over to find Kelly lying flat on the floor, crying hysterically. Quite startled myself, I collected my thoughts and came to the conclusion that we obviously did not fall all the way to the ground floor. I quickly went into action to get help. I got the doors open slightly, only to find that there was solid concrete walls as far up and as far down as I could see. The emergency call button. Ami takhon bhabchilam je ami eikhon Mr. Sen aar Mr. Shah kache magi hoye gechee aar najani aro koto lok amake tar magi korbe. Ami matite char hathe paye hoye amar pacha ta tule dhorlam. Mr. Shah nijer laurata hathe kore dhore amar guuder mukhe rekhe ekta aste kore thap marlen aar onar laurar muundi ta amar guuder much ta ke bhalo kore choriye aste kore guude dhuke gelo. Ami baitha te “ohhhhhhhhhhh Sir aste aste dhokan, Amar bhison lagche mone hochhe je amar guuder much ta chinre jabe” Mr. Shah.