Ami na chere sakto kore jariye boudike tene nilum, boudio bishal pachata amar kole rekhe dilo. Ebar bujhlam boudio garam hoye ache. Nijei bra ta khule...niche fele dilo r amar hath dutoke niye mai dutoke dhariye dilo. Fis fis kore bole uthlo “aste aste tepo”. Ami r katha na bole boudir veja pachai amar barata chepe dhore gayer jore mai duto tipte suru korlum. Boudi bole uthlo “ufff aste tepo na, chire nebe naki”. Ami bollum “kano jore tiplei to maja pabe”. “se pabo, kintu ekhon aste tepo, pore. I said to her as I grabbed the other three shirts and the duffel bag. I went to put the shirts in bag and she said Hold on I got one more thing to complete outfit. Can you pass me the black leather jacket in the bag, please and thank-you. She put the shirt on and I passed her the jacket that was only half a jacket, but it covered up her arms to her elbows and when she did it up it only the bottom few inches came together. It pushed her breasts out and held them very firmly kind of like a push. Try again."They both think for a moment and the woman says, "I'm an elite chicken farmer."The accountant asks, "What does chicken farming have to do with being a prostitute?"Well, I raised a thousand little peckers last year." Chicken Farmer it is."A woman from Vancouver who was a tree hugging, Liberal and an anti-hunter purchased a piece of timberland near Kamloops BC. There was a large tree on one of the highest points in the tract. She wanted a good view of the natural splendour of her land. They don't pay well here and I hadn't come for the money. I just signed wherever he pointed. Then he suggested that I track down Joni and ask her to show me the facilities before the kids showed up.I thanked him and went back to the mess hall. No one was there so I went to our cabin. Joni wasn't there either. I was just about to go looking around on my own when she came in.She looked at me and her face turned dark red. She looked down and whispered, "Excuse me. I need to use the bathroom."She.