” Ashok babu Malar peethe hath bolate bolate bollen. Bou maa nighter talaye kono bra pore chilo na. “Naaa baba, Moler mukh theke ekta kalo lumba a... mota sanp beriye chilo. Bodh hoye bishakto sanp chilo.” “Kemon kore bou maa? Tumi kee korchile?” Etokhone Ashok babur hath ta Malar peeth theke aste aste boumaar pachar oopore chole elo. “Ami okhane noler samne boshe pechhab korchilam aar hatat oi mota kalo aar laumba sanp ta nol theke beriye elo. Offff ami to khub bhoye peye giyechilam.”Bou maa ke. I stepped up and positioned myself on the bench, he fastened straps at my ankles, knees, waist, shoulders and then my wrists, he stepped back to admire me at length and told how lovely I looked and was pleased with my choice of stockings. He picked up the strap he had shown me and tapped it on my bottom measuring the distance, he started slow and steady with medium strength strokes smack smack smack and I thought this will be OK I can stand this. He applied about 20 to centre of my bum and then. It had a tropical feel to it with both indoor and outdoor seating and no one else was inside. We went in to have lunch. Each chair and stool was outfitted with a large clean towel to put on the seats. Joan and I decided on eating indoors because the sun was hot and our skin wasn't used to prolonged exposure. We sat at the bar and chatted with the bartender, Karin. We ordered drinks, beer and hard cider, and two burgers rare. While we were waiting for the food Karin kept gossiping with us about. In a daze, she clutched at me to stay on her feet. We apologized to each other and collected our wits.“The golems were a sight to see. As if by magic, their carts of crushed rock spread gravel on the dirt road. I have to tell Mother!” With that she darted away. Her tender enthusiasm stole my heart.The ruggedness of our lower-town’s roads had created some difficulties for our pony-driven wagons. However, with the cargo haulers and the right tools, we had fixed that problem. Early this morning we.