“Not really, if I can help I want to do it,” I said. I spent ten minutes making and eating a banana sandwich. I got into the Sheriff’s car which...drove up while I had a glass of tea in my hand.“So do you know anything I can use?” I asked.“How the fuck should I know what you can use,” the female cop asked. “He just said to bring you or to bring four body bags.”“Okay, hold off on the body bags for now,” I suggested. “Maybe the standoff will be over before we get there.”“I doubt it. They are. Kuntola o joldi breakfast kore sore gelo samne theke. Ami jothariti office e beriye gelam. Raat e dinner er por ektu deri korei kuntola elo. Bollam ki go,tomader meyeli sex hoye gelo? Kunti bole,dhur akbar barar feda khele ar ki jangiya sukhe mon vore? Shokto barar thap khaoar por ar meyeli angul er gutote jol khose? Boudi ke bollam, boudi aaj khub kharap lagchhe shorir ta, aaj borong thak. Boudi kosto pele o mene nilo. Ei kotha bole muchki heshe chokh marlo amake.Amra se raat e o 3 bar. We start driving around and he drops the partition and say's "help yourself to the booze and if you are interested I have some more blow, I thank him and help myself to a screwdriver then a couple hits from his egg thing. Here I am in a limo all by myself looking great and high as a kite. I feel like this must be what its like for rock stars. After a while of driving around we both needed to piss. So he found a quiet street and parked. We both got out and pissed on the road and he asked where. My husband came into the kitchen and said he was taking a shower, that he and John were going down the club to watch the match.I was past caring and if the truth be told, I had just experienced a fantasy I did not know was happening. I took John's coffee back into him, hearing the shower running in the bathroom. "Did you see us fucking"? I asked John and he nodded he had been watching us."Did you wank yourself"? I was looking him in the eyes, more self conscious of the noise of water running.