He dried himself, them donned his spare clothing and rushed to the Witch's chamber. The door was open, and Shuko stood next to Suswa, her eyes modestl... downcast. She was wearing, barely, a shift of gossamer cloth the Witch had evidently provided. The scent of musk was strong in the chamber. Shuko raised her eyes, and Huber felt his ardor rising. Through her flimsy costume, he could see that she was aroused as well. "Have you nothing to say to each other?" jested Suswa. As one, they gasped. ‘Can you pretend to be my GF for the interview? They allow whanau support, and they kept asking me all these questions about why I wanted to move to a small town. To be honest, it doesn’t attract me that much, but as things stand I would take a job in Syria if one was offered. A local GF may help my chances.’ I knew that as a concession to Maori applicants, who supposedly had strong family ties and made decisions collectively, companies advertising for more senior positions allowed applicants. They were the first words spoken."Half of shandy, please," she said primly. He went to the bar and bought the drink.He sat down."You wanted to talk." she said flatly. There was no warmth, only resignation, as if this was a chore to be got through.He baulked at her tone, but took the invitation with a sinking feeling."I've had time to think and I think I'm over my anger now. I want to try again with you. You know we're meant for each other, and we'd not be in this position if it wasn't for Zak.". Amar bara ta mal dhalbar khanik pore netiye gelo aar ami bara ta Somar guud theke tene bar kore niye ekta hath baroye shower ta abar theke choliye dilam. Shower ta cholanor songe songe jol porte laglo aar amader shoreer ta thanda korte laglo. Khanik pore ami Soma kea mar dike ghuriye nilam. Ami jakhon Soma ke chumu khete gelam to Soma amake ekta chor marlo. Ami chomkiye gelam. Tome ami jantam je Soma amake chor keno mereche. Ami kichu bollam na aar Soma ke joriye dhore rakhlam. Soma amake abar.