Neha niche giye dorja bondho korlo…sobdo pelam ami. Phire ese bollo apni ektu bosun. Ami aschhi. Bodh hoy jol-khabar banate gelo ranna ghore.Chupcha... bose achhi. Valo lagchhilo na. Rag o hochhilo masimar upore. Ashromei jodi jabe tahole amake aste bollo kano? Er cheye arup er bari gele ektu vodka khaoa jeto. Nijer upor e rag hochhilo. Akta thanda hawa boichhilo…mone holo megh kore bristy asbe. Gur-gur sobde megh o dakchhe.Hothat prochondo jore jhor uthlo. God er upor bish forar moto current ta. Curly haired Rhonda sat forward grinning. "Really?" she asked, "What's his name?" Or hers," peeped up a doughty lady by the name of Cooky (seriously) who had her multi-colored braided hair piled up on the top of her head like a punch drunk pineapple.Heather clasped her hands together and twiddled her thumbs. "William," she revealed, "His name is William and he sort of works at a place I help out as a volunteer."William? Did she mean Billy? The kid at the Institute? That William? He wasn't your. So let’s talk about the heroine of this story.My mom, Ekta (40 years old) resembles actress Vidya Balan. Her boobs are the perfect mango boobs one could ask for. My aunt Arushi (35 years old) resembles actress Madhuri Dixit. My another aunt Shubhanshi (34 years old) resembles actress Sonakshi Sinha. My sister Shreya (20 years old) resembles actress Shruti Haasan. To enjoy the story to its maximum, I recommend opening the images of the person they resemble while reading. To see the real pictures. "be back in a few im ganna shower" mason said heading out the door. mason followed the hallway to the end and reached a big door labeled "locker room". mason pushed he door inside and looked around there were lockers on one side and showers on the other. mason placed his bag inside one of the lockers and started to undress. he made it to his boxers before her heard a sound. mason looked around, the sound became louder. "Is that humming" he thought. suddenly mason heard footsteps and a blond.