We'd both got into expecting that somehow we were going to get together – that it would all be really simple and easy and stuff – and, somehow, it...just hasn't been. I mean, since her ex-partner died, she's been up here, then I was in hospital, then we had the Big Crisis meeting and ... well, after that it was all going to be OK, wasn't it?"I paused while Kath waited, looking a trifle exasperated, thinking back to the evening we'd spent with Carla's Hal, immediately after he'd pitched up at our. I quickly got of the car and followed behind Anna. "Come on, hurry up!" she shouted at me. "I'm just going to follow your fine tight arse." I said.Anna approached the passenger's side of the car and immediately opened the door. "Hey darling, are you ok?" she asked, bold as you like."Yeah, I'm fine sweetheart." The stranger replied, moving in his seat. "I don't want to know your name," she told him, before jumping into the passenger seat, "I just want to suck your cock."I stood back. Staring at the box like a zombie I say, “Yes, a television. I know. What’s that demon raving about?”Her voice grows sad as she replies, “Oh, that’s just another uptight whack-job talking about God-knows-what. Probably, saying this or that group doesn’t belong, that they’re too weird to be accepted, or that they’re the Devil’s nursemaids. Probably saying we should kick out the faggots and the niggers. I think he’s the jerk who needs to be kicked out.”Still staring at the box like a zombie, I. Ete etleast uni ektu bhalo bhabe chit hoye shute parlen…Ebar ami ar samay nashto na kore nijer jama pant khule langto holam….kakima dekhlam..chokh bandho kore rekhechhe ar mukhta opomaney kuchke ache….hoyto uni ishwar er kachhe prarthona korchhilan…ami ebar abar onar gudey angul dhukiye….ungli korte korte bollam…Kakima…tomake bichhanaye shuiye nangto kore..tomar gudey ungli korchhi..eta amar swapner otit….dekho bara ta kemon thatiye rekhechho tumi….bohudin thekei tomake dekhlei amar bara khara.