Ami abar arektu jore guta dilam, o abar ahhhhh kore uthlo. Kintu lawra dekhi dhuktei chacchena. E meyer gud dekhi ekhono tight ahe. Ami to vebechilam ...ami chude chude voda USA highway baniye diyeche. Sutorang ami sorboshokti proyog kore dilam ek ramthap. Prothome voch kore ekta jore shobdo holo, Ruby ?ok? kore uthlo ar ami korlam arrghhhhhhhhhh, dekhi dhoner aga purota dhuke geche. Tarpore majhari jore thap mere puro lawrata dhukiye ilam Rubyr agun gorom gude. Ruby khali gongacchilo. Ami ektane. Another two men, similarly dressed in smart clothes were also weaving through towards him, their black attire standing out easily against the hideous red-and-gold of the school colours. One broke into a run as Dante saw him. He had a knife. A very, very long knife that flashed in the watery sun as he pulled it smoothly from a holster. Dante wasn’t sure what type it was- he’d never seen a single sided, curved blade like this, the blade sculpted from some lustrous black stone that seemed to glint. Because, if we didn’t it meant I’d been used. It would mean that I’d fallen for the same play again. And the cycle would keep repeating itself. I needed that hope, Unwarranted and blind hope that the scrawny, dark haired boy smiling that smile really did care for me. And that I wasn’t the dumb girl who was there when he needed someone to console him, or someone to fuck. The car ride felt odd. Normally Jake talks a lot, about himself or his music, but tonight he seemed distracted. He had the. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.” “Quite.” He turned to another sheet of paper. “Ah yes,” he said. “Here it is. You are 17 not 19, eh. You never actually finished high school, did you?” He did not wait for an answer. “You made many, many hard-core, pornographic films, no, videos, while you were sixteen, dozens of them – all illegal you know. You do know that, don’t you?” Vixen swallowed and nodded. “Made them for your father, most of them, and one or two others, evidently on loan. I.