Ami nijer kan kei bissas korte parchhilam na. Ato sohoje ei ajana jaygay 2.. 2to juboti meyer sathe thakar ghor peye gelam? Eta bodh hoy somvob holo b...ngali bolei. Karon dur deshe nijer sohorer lok jon ke sobai aponjon bolei vabe.2 din porei samanno ja maal potro chhilo niye chole elam. Bari tar dokkhin dike akta bed room,drawing room…kitchen.. bathoom.. Songe chhoto baranda… Ar furniture ja ja motamuti lage sob e chhilo. Somvoboto eta oder guest room chhilo. Ei ongsho ta kintu main barir sathe. I hope he forgives me. His efforts have improved all my stories he has edited and this one is no different. Emily sat at the table crying while she watched her husband and best friend walk from the restaurant quietly talking together. Pete had his arm around Vicky’s shoulders as she leaned into his embrace. Ryan started after Pete, striding angrily. He was yelling about losing his business. After several steps he stopped. He looked so defeated and alone that, even in her sorrow, Emily felt her. I soaped the cloth and started on his shoulders. "So what brought this on?" I asked. "I've been think about something." Howard answered. "Do you ever think about that night at the camper?" " ummm...yeah...sometimes. Why?" I answered, I felt sure I knew where this was headed. "It's taken me a while to realize after all ex's your the only person who has always been there for me. That night at the camper just made me realize it." "So let me get this straight, one night after drinking, we had a. I wasn't going to be able to get away from the chair, if I tried to move my legs now I could only drag the chair along with me slowly. Clip, clip. Before I realized it, my wrist cuffs were also attached to the chair arms. There I was, barely able to stand up, and I wouldn't be able to do that for long. Fortunately, it went across my mind at this point that whatever Gus had placed on the seat to menace my turd tunnel might be wide, but it wouldn't be long and thus wouldn't go EXCESSIVELY deep..