O amar sathe khub friendly chilo, or maa’er sathe amader bari onekbar eseche, bt aka ei prothom. O bollo 2tolai jabe, ami oke amar dotolar ghore nie...gelam.Ghore tv age thekei chochilo, o table er opor theke remote ta niye 1ta channel a dilo, taitanic cholchilo. Ebar O amai jiggesh korlo, ‘tomar girlfrnd ache?’ ami ek2 ghabre giye bollam, ‘na, kno?’ o bollo, ’emni’. Tokkhoni or hath theke remote ta pore gelo, o nichu hoye ota tullo r ami khater opor boshei or dudh duto onekta dekhte pelam, 34 to. ‘Everything alright in there?… you kids need to move on, this isn’t a hotel.’ We both laugh. Making sure neither of us are exposed we jump out of the car and into the front seat. ‘Speaking of hotels?…’ I ask coyly. You smile and start the car. As we drive down the mountain, we have to ride with the windows down so we can see. The wind in my hair feels great, but I get cold very quickly. You crank up the heat, and roll up the windows. I smile at you and lean over to thank you with a kiss on the. Finally, she goes to her mother’s dresser and cleans the drawers of her drab underwear, finding more one-hundreds tucked in among them. When she finishes she sees a bulge under the paper lining and lifts it. It reveals a rather large bound notebook. Emma is curious.She throws the bags of clothes down with the rest to be taken to the garage. She counts the hundreds. Emma’s mind boggles; there are over one thousand hundred bills, over $100,000. All tucked away by her mother. ‘Where did they. "Ok, that ought to be enough. Stand up and turn around," he commanded.Olivia figured he'd want her on the bed again, but complied and waited for whatever happened next. She felt him grab her by the arms and push her towards the dresser."Bend over and grab onto the edge, and spread your legs."She felt him grab her skirt and pull it up. The material was soft, but stretchy, and slid up to her waist easily."Panties? You don't need these," he quipped as he yanked them down off her hips and letting.