Akdin ami berate giyechhilam magrahat e.Raat e khub bristir karone atke pori.Amar chhotomaasi bollo,”ak kaaj kor,tui borong aaj theke jaa,ei bristir...bhetor bari giye kaaj nei.”Ami bollam,”thik achhe,kintu raat e sobo kothaye.” Chhotomaasir bari te just 2to soyar ghor,akta te dadu-dida aar akta te chhotomaasi aka soy.Amar prosno sune dida bollo,”kano tui jhoomar kachhe subi.”Jhooma amar chhotomaasir naam.Didar kotha sune chhotomaasio bollo,”Ha,tui amar kachhei subi,kano tor lojja korbe?”Ami. It was owned by the Jones family, an elderly couple who ran the farm and took care of the girls. Senior Jones, the husband and the only way he allowed anyone to address him, was also a pastor of sorts and claimed to look after the girls spiritual side while Mama Jones looked after the medical needs as she claimed to be a midwife. The property was huge with a large portion undeveloped with woods and wild pastures of cows, goats, and pigs; while the area nearer to the house, barn and dorm were. She reluctantly says yes. After a while, she enjoys their company and they are both interesting guys. One of them suggests they take a dip in the ocean to cool off, but she declines and tells them to go ahead. They both stand up, and turn their back to her, they look at each other and nod. Next thing she knows they both take off there shorts and head to the water. She is shocked, doesn’t know whether to run or what. She decides she is going to stay, this is her beach, they are not going to run. I would not worry about just how perfect it was for me! In my skimpy French Maids costume the next Saturday morning serving him coffee in bed was as exciting and as delightful as the day that was to come.That same weekend my precious Daddy had a surprise for me. Knowing I worked four days a week after my classes and sometimes on Saturday, Daddy decided to hire me as his maid so I could afford to take every Saturday off. Daddy was much more generous than my other employer. My compensation for.