“That’s good, then.” She still hadn’t started taking her shirt off.“Um ... do you want me to help?” I asked, helpfully. “Undress you, I ...ean?”“Why would I need help?” she asked, her voice going up again.“I don’t know. You’re just standing there.” I didn’t know what else to say. I mean we were just standing there. The kit was all laid out and ready, but nothing was happening.“I’ll just leave my shorts on this time,” she said nervously.Finally, she pulled her T shirt off. Her hair, which had been. " That would be Cole," Wilton had an awful idea where this was going, "He was the one with the rugby ball the other week." Right," Shelby put a hand on her hip, attitude and anger seeping off her, "Him. Cole. Well you tell him to lay off Jared alright?" I don't get it," Wilton plucked at the strings of his (fabulous) guitar, running his fingers over the frets distractedly, "What did he do now?" He fucking apologised." What?" Wilton's brows drew low, further confused."Your stupid fucking friend. .tumi kon classe poro?–twelve e..–oooo..ki korcho?Math’s.. hoche na..tumi ki koro?age to dekhini tomai?ei kaku kakima tomar k hoi? ami or pase bose porlam..–ma r baba..ami baire pori tai dakhoni bolei or mather copy ta niye solve kore dilam..o bollo–thnx..kotodin acho ekhane?–ekmas pray…–valoi hobe tomar kach theke bujhte hobe..tumi ki niye poro bolle na to?–comp. sc niye..amar computer e khub virus dhukeche,format hoche na,thik kore debe?–obviously…ro kotha bolte jabo tokhoni ma dak dilo ami. It felt good, damned good. And it was only a promise of better things to come. The tenting in his trousers told her he was as aroused as she was. And he wasn't going to put off fucking her for long. He wouldn't be able to control himself that long! re a hot wench, you know that?" "Yes. Now shut up and fuck me! Like you fucked Beth! I want it all, all of it. Every last goddamn inch!" His hand snaked over the curve of her ass and cupped one of her buttocks. Squeezing a little, he pulled her even.