. . . . . . . . . Poulamir kamore hat thake rakto porchilo viki r ,o agia alo poulamir dika ar gale thas kore akta chor mere bollo,magi dara tor sati ...ona ber korchi…Aj toke puro college k dia chodabo… Bole ak tan a khule dilo poulamir sayar dori,ar ota biswas ghatokota kore hor hor kore neme galo poulamir sarir thake ,o hat dia nijer lajja bachanor britha chasta korcilo,kintu hay charte oi rakam posur sathe ki kore pere uthbe,kichukhoner modha puro udom hy galo charte khudarto bagh ar samne ... Partially opening the door to a small conference room, the first thing she saw was her old friend. The second was that she wasn't alone.Having doubled dated with Angela a few times back in high school, the image in front of her wasn't exactly new. It was just the setting that took her back for a moment.Angela was kneeling on the carpet, the low cut blue dress she had worn to the party now down around her waist. Back in school, the brunette had stirred the envy of many of the other girls when. I flicked through the wine list; I really wasn’t a big expert on wines; I just knew a bit from having been around the Mirage for several years, see what wines were popular there.“What sort of red do you like?” I asked. “A cabernet?”She nodded.When the waiter returned, we ordered our meals, and I asked for a bottle of the Penfolds Coonawarra Cabernet Sauvignon; that was one that I recognized as being pleasant.“Actually, to be honest, Tracy, I’m not a big drinker, not of wine, or other alcoholic. That was too much to resist. Mike hid the glasses carefully in his knapsack and left for school.Mike's head was on a swivel as he walked to school looking for them; the people who had to be looking for the glasses. But he didn't see any dark sedans or government cars. When he made it to school, he stopped outside the main gate. Mike pulled the glasses from the sack and put them on. The world looked different, slightly faded. But he could see well enough.Everybody else was naked. Mike looked.