Etokichu tumi kivabe jano?Amar dudh-gud shobkichu tumi purno kore diccho.haaaa haaaa evabe chusho r gudta chotke dao.besh aram hocche.aaahhhhhh….aaa...hhhh…..uuuhhhhh….aamr mone hoi rosh gorabe…aaahhhh evabe dite thako….aaahhhhh…..aaahahhhhh….rosh ashche..ashche…ashche…..uuuuhhhhh…” Erokom bolte bolte madam guder rosh khoshiye dilen. Guder rosh khoshiye uni ektu thanda holen. Ebar uni amak joriye dhore amar genji, pant khulte laglen. Amar totokkhone oboshtha begotik. Madam amar pant khule amar. My safety is now a mere question of speed." At this moment he saw a cab at the top of the Faubourg Poissonniere. The dull driver, smoking his pipe, was plodding along toward the limits of the Faubourg Saint-Denis, where no doubt he ordinarily had his station. "Ho, friend!" said Benedetto."What do you want, sir?" asked the driver."Is your horse tired?" Tired? oh, yes, tired enough--he has done nothing the whole of this blessed day! Four wretched fares, and twenty sous over, making in all seven. But my admiration of your body is rudely interrupted. “Why the fuck are you so late? Why couldn’t you call or text?” There is a good reason, but I can’t be arsed getting into details and I am growing more impatient as time progresses. “I have had a shit day girl, how about we just get this tea ready then relax and eat.” “What do you mean ‘we?’ I have done everything.” It is true, you have two plates of food ready; chicken fajitas, salad, spicey wedges and two empty glasses. It looks pretty good. .. she was so alive, so on fire with lust ... so thirsty for it, you know. Trust me, Uncle David ... she’s all yours!” Denise told her uncle before kissing both of them on the mouth.“He’s ... your uncle? And he fucks you? Is he ... your husband, too? Is this common in America?” Azita asked a series of rapid questions as it occurred to her that this uncle and niece were apparent lovers.“Yes, he’s my uncle ... by marriage, not by blood. He’s married to my aunt, Andrea. Yes, he fucks me ... often..