To the litter bin. I clip-clopped past the high lorry cabin and sauntered across the tarmac. The two vehicles I spied on entry were still there. Sudde...ly I was lit up like a WW2 prisoner on a failed escape attempt.I looked over my shoulder and was blinded by the intense light emitting from a full rack of headlights fitted on the roof of the truck. I would have been disappointed if our truck driving friend had missed my finale. It was for his benefit after all. But I wasn't expecting to be under. But it's just not for me." "Jimmy," Allison said. She began to take off her shirt and bra.“Have you ever seen a naked woman?” she asked."No," I said. "We need to stop this right now." "Come on, Jimmy," Ryan said. "I dare you."Then, Ryan stood up, taking Allison by the hand. “Let's take this upstairs," he said.Allison and Ryan got up from the table and headed for the stairs. Ryan looked back to me.“Come on, buddy,” he said.I got up and followed them upstairs. I don't know why. But I did.In the. I think always believe “sex is one kind of art”. So I want to share the real stories of those incidents of my life with yours. I assure you that every tale will give you a full satisfaction.Dear readers, the conversations of the story obviously were in ‘Bangla’, some places I have used ‘Bangla’ as happened and translated into ‘English’, otherwise I have tried to use translated English. It was 1982, when I have just completed by graduation degree and passed a workless life and tried to make. Without a second glance Ruthie stomped up the stairs to her room. She sat in her room staring at the ceiling, not bothering to change out of the flannel skirt and white Polo shirt she had to wear as her school uniform. She heard the car outside. She walked over to the widow and glanced outside surprised to see her mom pulling their van out of the driveway. BODY:Ruthie walked out into the hall guessing Cecilia had gone with her mom and felt it was finally safe to go downstairs. Before she could.