I see it. Thanks, she replied. God has a cruel sense of humour, I reflected, the most beautiful girl Ive ever seen is in my house and I cant touch her... Oh shit, I heard her mutter. I spilt some on my top. Mind if I go and clean it off in your bathroom? Of course not. Go on, I called back. I heard her walk to the bathroom. While she was gone I noticed she had brought her poetry book and decided to head for my bedroom to get some of my notes. The bathroom was on the hallway that led to my bedroom. At least, it looked that way to me. But I was just happy to be away from the truck dude. Then I recognized them.These were the two girls I had seen on the beach earlier today. Yeah, the ones having such a good time playing together. But, now I realized that my knee was hurting. I glanced down and saw that I had skinned it on the frame of the door when I jumped in head first. I pulled my leg up and looked at my knee. Not bad, really."What's wrong? Oh, yeah. Got a war wound there, sugar pea? Let. Ager galpote besh kichhu truti chhilo… prothomto, tai. Asha kori ei kahinita o ager moto sara pabe….bhalo lagbe apnader. Prothom aviggyota’ r par, sarata din kemon ekta ghorer moddhey kete gelo. Ki theke ki holo….bujhte na bujhtei, deho mon ekta notun jagote dhuke gelo, je khane deher sukh, anondo…..ekta charom tripti payoa jay. Sara din anno kichhute ar mon bosate parchhilam na. Seemar dekha sedin ar pai ni.Parerdin, jathariti sakaler jolkhabar kheye, boipattar niye bosechhi. Kintu kichhutei. "Would you like to touch them?"I felt my heart hammering in my chest and a hot flush that rose over my neck to burn my face. At the back of my mind I felt a glowing shame, an embarrassment that my filthy secret was out. That my sordid fetish, my near obsession with pantyhose and feet, was known by someone other than the countless anonymous readers who share my desires. But that feeling of shame felt distant and indistinct as I gazed down at Katie's feet, encased in pale nylon, her toes.