‘Enjoying the ride.’ I said with a chuckle and a leering grin. ‘Made ya wet, huh?’ I continued with an evil chuckle. ‘Yeah, it did.’ She r...luctantly admitted. Then she cast me an evil look and continued, ‘But he didn’t have to be so pointed in his statement.’ She huffed. ‘It’s all in fun.’ I chuckled, ‘Now drink your drink and relax.’ ‘I’m already pretty relaxed.’ She whispered as she lifted the drink to her lips and took a healthy tug. My mother was a very attractive woman of thirty-seven. She. Kon fanke jeno ankita bra khule esechhe. Ami kane kane bollam kokkhon khulle? Bollo bathroom gelam jokkhon. Jigges korlam nicher ta o ki khule esechho? Chotto kore bollo… Hmm. Ami haat er mutho te niye nilam ankitar akta mai. Chap ditei or gola diye awaz beroro… Sssssssshhhhhh….. Ar amar akta thigh khamche dhorlo. Ami or haat ta tene jotha sthane bosiye dilam. Ankita payjamar dorita khule jangiya soriye bara ta ber kore tipte laglo. Ami o tar mai 2to pala kore chotkate laglam. Ami ankita ke. Please feel free to add threads of any length)First day at the Clarion School. Formerly the Clarion School for Young Women, this was the most exclusive finishing school in the East. At least, everyone who knew about it thought so. John’s sister Doe had attended it last year, and now he would be joining her. Whatever internal struggles had resulted in their decision to allow boys this year were not apparent as they unloaded their luggage from the family Minivan. Loading everything on two carts,. She seems more content now. Relaxed. Resigned? If we, you and I, could see inside her head we would know of the war she is waging with her body. Telling it, beseeching it, not to respond to my touches. To ignore the insidious countdowns which take her closer to the edge, but never far enough, never fast enough. Her resolve builds - she will not be used like this.But as my fingers ease the zip down millimetre by millimetre, so her resolve crumbles. I slide a gloved hand inside her suit and rest.