Uni bollen aai, bole gie bichhanai sue porlen.Babla onake hothat bollo eki maa tumi sari pore achho keno doctor too tomake sudhu nighty porte bolechhe..., bole babla ekta nighty nie aslo. Sipra devi khub lajja pelen , bollen amar sudhu nighty pore thakte khub lajja kore. Babla bollo ta bolle ki hobe , doctor ja bolechhen tai sunte hobe bole o sipra devike bollo uthe boso aami porie dichhi. Sipra devi janten babla eta bolbe , karon tini jakhon hospital e chhilen takhon sudhu nighty porten aar. The next thing was martial techniques. This was the easiest part because it was just a matter of consciously controlling the spirit energy he released with Pressure instead of just sort of thinking about what he wanted it to do and willing it.Seeing as Soul Pressure was essentially his willpower anyway, the only real difference between the two was the realisation that how much effort he put into willing the spirit energy into doing something greatly affected his control over it.At first, this. Your SOUL."I can't help but laugh. "Uh-huh," I say, taking a second sip and scratching my head. "Sure, whatever." Good. Agreed. Okay guy, your life is gonna be quite different now, I promise. Describe the girl of your dreams. Anything. Come on, and don't be shy." Okay... Ah... She's got short blonde hair, hazel eyes, trim and modest figure... good smile, kind voice and good manner... cheery and smart, compassionate--" HOOOOOLLLD ONNN, guy! What the FUCK? I said ANYTHING! I'll give yah Spears,. Before I finished it one man came over and challenged me to a game. I never played a pool before, so I lost very quickly. I was dressed in a short skirt, T-shirt, no bra and panties. Shoes didn’t count. The dilema was: T-shirt or skirt? I gave up the skirt first. we walked to the bar, I handed it over to bartender and had another drink. In two minutes another man came over and asked for a game. It didn’t take long and my T-shirt came off. I was dressed in tennis shoes and panties only and tried.