They were lying on the living room carpet jacking each other off, their heads up against the industrial cable spool they used for a coffee table and t...eir feet dipping under the fabric flap at the bottom of the busted easy chair. Their slim naked sides collided in little electric volts of contact, but all in all it was a typical scene at 3 a.m. in their shared apartment in the rural town of Groom, Pennsylvania. There was a newly purchased and half-killed case of Keystone beer in the fridge and. She had red make-up splodged on her face and thick red lipstick. Her blonde hair also had streaks of red running through it. She had thick black eye-shadow to finish off her ghoulish look. Becky was sixteen-years-old and at sixth form college, although had to live away from home and was lodging with Mrs Hawkes, or Mrs. H as they both liked her to call her. Linda Hawkes was forty-years-old and lived alone which was why she rented out one of her bedrooms.Becky was due to meet two college friends. Finally ready to tread the miles home, he picked up his coat, walking stick and wallet shorn of emergency funds. The strike wouldn’t end any time soon, and all the apps in the world couldn’t find him a taxi or minicab. He pushed open the bistro door and groaned. It was still torrential, pools of water had turned into dark lakes, and water beaded and streamed off every street-lit surface. ‘Sir?’ For a moment, he contemplated ignoring the plaintive female voice, but sighed and turned. ‘That was. Amar buke jontrona suru hoye gechilo……..Ami mone mone bhabte laglam ar rate uni amar ki obostha korben …….Hotaat amar peter kache sakto ki jeno theklo ……… bujhte deri holo na ota onar akhamba lingo.. bujte perei ami voye o asonkay kepe uthlam . otar size lombay kom kore 9 inch ar asombhob mota. Uni amar pete onar bara diye chap dite laglen.tarpor uni amake pray kole kore tule niye gelen bhetorer ghore ar amay fele dilen khater upore . tarpor uni amr du paye chumu khete khete uporer dike uthte.