Hi. You look nice.”“Thanks. You look the same as always.” “What are you doing here?”“My cousin had a ticket, but she came down sick. Actua...ly, I think she’s just hung over. She offered it to me and, well, I’m not usually into theater, but for some reason I wanted to go. Sit next to me?”“I shouldn’t.”“Oh, is Charlotte here?”“No, I just have to get in position. To shoot the stage. My cousin is in the play. She wants photos.” “Shame.”The conversation floundered for a second. He strained for. So I want to share the real stories of those incidents of my life with yours. I assure you that every tale will give you a full satisfaction. The conversations of the story obviously were in ‘Bangla’, some places I have used ‘Bangla’ as happened and translated into ‘English’, otherwise I have tried to use translated English.Dear ISS readers, who regular reads my story, knows that I’m expressing the real sexual incidents, which happened in my life and you have already read about 50 stories. But. There was a smile on his face replacing his usual scowl. He didn’t tell anyone why. But especially his mates on Friday nights noticed how often he was texting with someone and chuckling.The first evening at Brian’s, Mark was overwhelmed with the size and décor of the house. Brian played everything down but was pleased about Mark’s enthusiasm over the place. They cooked dinner together, and Brian was surprised what a good cook Mark was. Mark confessed that he would often try the recipes. You are relaxed,you are comfortable, you are stress free. I want you to imagine all ofyour anxieties, insecurities, distrust, and suspicions as helium gas, allfloating inside your body. I want you to take a deep breath and exhale,imagine as you exhale that you are blowing up a balloon and you areblowing the helium that is your anxieties and insecurities into thatballoon. Imagine with each exhale the balloon blows to full size and sealsup and floats away. Inhale, exhale, watch your insecurities.