Aami dishehara hoye gelam. Garam Jonee’r gabhire aamar puro Lingo. Uttejanay kapte kapte komor Uthiye Lingo ber kore nicher dike chaap dilam. Bhoch ...ore shabde Lingo dhuke gelo. Maa aabar ahhh….aaak……..kore uthe Jonee uparer dike dhakka diye aamake buke chepe dharlo. Aamar sharire aanander shiharan khele gelo. Thar thar kore Maa-aami dujone-e kaphchhi. Maa bole uthlo– ‘Ei thaamli keno? Korte thaak.’ Shuru korlaam komor Utha-nama..Bhoch–Bhoch–.Bhochaat-Bhoch….Poch…Pochaat—Bhoch..Bhoch—. So towards the end of the evening I was a bit "overly refreshed". Notwithstanding, I found myselfat Jane's bus stop, not mine, to head out to her place, in Cotteridge. Somewhere on the Pershore Road the lights went out. Not the buses lights , mine. I had fallen asleep on her shoulder,and I woke up with a start. The movement of the bus was making me nauseous, the cold sweats kicked in, and I realised I was going to have to get off and NOW! I got off the bus and got rid of the evenings. Just try to relax and enjoy yourself. You will find it much easier to accept if you do."Sandi's mind was swirling. What was Randy's plan? Sandi heard his words but they made no since to him. Sandi could hear his own thoughts but could not speak. "What was he going to do to me." Sandi tried to scream, "NOOOOOO" ... but nothing came out.Randy pushed open a big door at the top of the stairs. It opened into a gigantic bedroom. It had a great big four-poster canopied bed at the far end. Some chairs. "It ain't proper!" he insisted. "That's the man's job." Are you going to ask me, then?" she asked.He looked confused. "You'd prob'ly say no," he said. He frowned. "But you cain't say no ... cause you got with child." And that's my fault," she said, her voice even, but filled with tension again."It's not anybody's fault," he said immediately."I thought you said I got myself pregnant," she said."I mean you got on top of me and did that an you weren't s'posed to, cause you said you didn't want to.