And Mike, being the head of the Hunting Cell, with the largest success rate in middle America, was put in charge of surveying St. Crimson and throwing...together and executing any operations required on the academy. From the outside, the school looks just like any other rich-bred, over-the-top private school around. Everything about it screams normal, that is, if you’re of the millionaire-and-up variety. Hell, even the classes were docked with normal learning sessions and basic agendas. That was,. I knew that. You know that. Right now, Andy was not too sure, which is part of the fun. Even her nervous babbling had ceased. Her face was frozen in wide-eyed anticipation, her mouth slightly open, her lips moist from her tongue which flicked over them intermittently. She was starting to sweat. I love sweaty girls, particularly if they are kittens hanging in suspension waiting to be punished.I opened the cabinet where the whips hung, letting her see the display. She gasped and squirmed harder,. Ami shokto doodh duto dhore tipte tipte norom baniye fellam. Tarpior pisi amar laorata dhore khela korte kortei amar maal alpo ber hoye galo. Ato taratari ber hole hobe jaan? ? Pisi amake bollo.Tarpor she tar dress khule fele akdom langta hoye gelo. Amake or upor uthiye nije thekei amar thatano laorata dhore or tight guder vetore dhukiye dilo. Ami ak thape narom guder vetor amar thatano bara ta dhukie dilam. Pisi kokie uthlo.. bollo , kire aami ki palie jabo ? ektu aste dhoka. ki kheye ato valo. So, here I am in one of my favorite daydreams, when the doorbell rings. Don't they know I can't answer it? Don't they know that it's going to take me another ten minutes to stop thinking of who could be at the door and where I was in my little dream? Pathetic, isn't it?My suggestion: don't break both legs. It sucks.It is also later than I thought. I'm just zipping up when I hear the door open. That was a bit too close."Hi, honey, I'm home!" Jessica sang out."Jessica! What are you doing home?" I.