"Yeah?"He smiled, his teeth bright. He had missed a dark smear of soot near his ear. He almost never talked about work. There were bad days - when an ...partment building burned to the ground, or a civilian got burned up, or a firefighter was injured or worse - and the last thing in the world he wanted to do was come home and relive the horrible events he sometimes had to experience.When they were first married, she had tried to get him to talk. He would slog home, slump into his overstuffed. We've discovered that a large freezer is a real help in that kind of situation; you might want to consider getting one for yourselves".We talked about food for a few minutes, as we slowly savored the soup, and then Sarah said, "Tell me more about the wedding!" Obviously, we haven't done much planning yet. We do know it's going to be informal and very small, just family and a very few friends, including the two of you. I guess Mom and I will have to start looking over possible places, preferably. ’ ‘When your daddy said he loved me, too, it brought about another crying spell from me.’ ‘Your daddy told me he fell in love with me in spite of feeling that ‘he wasn’t in my league’. He said he couldn’t help himself. I fell in love with you, he whispered in my ear.’ ‘When he told me he planned to disappear so I would be able to find someone else with which to spend the rest of my life. I stopped him right there. You were right, I told him, that’s exactly what I was doing. I was using you. I always find the chance to touch teats and breasts of sleeping girls or women. I think always believe “sex is one kind of art”. So I want to share the real stories of those incidents of my life with yours. I assure you that every tale will give you a full satisfaction.Dear readers, the conversations of the story obviously were in ‘Bangla’, some places I have used ‘Bangla’ as happened and translated into ‘English’, otherwise I have tried to use translated English. In my student life, I rarely.