Working together. A harmlessword, and yet it was as intoxicating as the champagne. I hardly heard heras she went on."This is your commitment. Your ...edication." The champagne arrived. Shelifted her glass. "Here's to your new life, Baby. To your sacrifice."I felt faint. A sacrifice. Yes, that was it. I drank off the champagne.Sacrificing control over my life for her. Sacrificing my masculine image.She kept talking about working together, about commitment, and aboutchanging me, but I. Prodip jakhan Bharati Devi ke ghare dhukalo Takhon Bharati Devi porone sudhui ekta saya aar kichhu nei , 52 bachhorer boyosko nadhor thalthle dehota chheler kachhe chodon khaoar jannya tairi. Pradip prothomei oor Maa r prai ulanga dehota ke bhalo kore dekhte laglo, aar bhabte laglo 8 bochhor age neoa decission ta thik i chhilo, eei 8 bachhore Bharati Devi aaro nadhar aro thalthale hoyechhen. 8 bochhor age prodip khanik ta jor kore oor Maa ke raji koriechhilo, Takhon Bharati Devi r ichha thakleo. I put my hand under her dress and traced Mindy’s bare thigh to her bubble shaped bottom. I felt her tense, but she did not shy away. I had not hit her any where near as hard as I could, but the thin reed still could leave a welt. I could feel the raised lines on her bottom, and I gently caressed her abused butt.“Thanks” she said. I gave her a raised eyebrow.“For not squeezing by butt cheek” she replied and then added a few seconds later “…and for helping me with my money problem and my gambling. "MWUUUUU!" I saw the blurry, nearly-shapeless mass chuckle slightly at my guttural noise that sounded strangely familiar to a dying cow. I heard some tone to her laugh and realized that it must still be that English woman, presumably Mia. Actually, I didn't presume it to be Mia at the time. I was way too wasted for coherent thought. I just spat up some more dribble and continued looking like a retard. She laughed again as she stood up and walked over to my bed. She produced a handkerchief from.