Mickey was awake and at the table when I walked in. He was eating an apple.“Where did that come from?” I asked.“Huh?” he asked as he took anot...er bite.“The apple,” I said. “I looked through every cupboard in this house yesterday for something I could eat and that wasn’t there!”“Oh,” he said. “No, I went to the market this morning and picked up some fruit. There wasn’t much to fix here.”“Can I have one?” I asked.“Sure,” he said, looking at me strangely.I grabbed a pear and bit into it greedily.. Ami etokhane bujhlam amar panty pora neiii uff aar nityr faka diye amar guder bal gulo dekha jachhe, Golu oi jaigata dekhe hot haye achhe. Ami take ballam son kauke bolish na kintuu se bollo thik achhe didimoni. Ami ratrer kotha chinta kortei abar gorom haye gelam, chinta korlam ki korboo, kichhu na bhebhe ballam ei golu amar gaye betha ektu tepe de tooo. Se bollo thik achhe didi moni aar ghorer porda gulo ke lagiye diloo aar darja ta bhejano chhilo. Ami take ballam ek kaj kor amar sab kapod. My mood had already changed and there was no self pity in my narration of my own failed relationship. The similarity of our positions inspired a string of self-analytical bullshit which was heading us back into self pity. To turn the mood I suggested that we dance and we headed for the dancefloor. After some old-fashioned rock music, the disk jockey changed to the slow pieces and we found ourselves dancing slow and close. At the end of the first slow piece, her head already rested on my. We talked for about an hour or so about everything under the sun,when she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Her lipstick tastedabsolutely fantastic as I returned the kiss. I grabbed her and pulled heron top of me as we started to become slowly entwined.As we lay on the couch, I slowly started to explore her body. As wekissed, I started to run my hands up and down her back and gentlyexploring her beautiful shaped butt. She stopped kissing me and whisperedin my ear, "Let's go and get more.