“Fuck.”I sighed for another minute solid. Darkness was starting to eat away at the atmosphere. I had to get home soon.“I wanted to say this to s...meone for a long time. I don’t know what the fuck made me think saying it to you would be a good idea.” I stood up, and chuckled again to myself. “Because you won’t judge, I guess. You literally can’t. Salvador – fuck. He’d put Nicole on some sort of therapy shit through the school. She’d never talk to me again. Carson? He’d probably tell her to get. Six months ago the shipyard closed with the loss of nearly two thousand jobs, dad's and mine included. I've been looking unsuccessfully for work ever since and my benefits payments were not enough to cover the rent on my house or my car, I had to move back in with my parents. Dad was out of work too although he was able to get odd jobs that paid cash and he seemed to think I could too. I sold the car to pay some debts but it wasn't enough to cover everything and the amount it raised was far. She had reveled in the thought that all items of importance ran through her hands as steward. Elena chuckled when she understood that Joseph was far more prepared to rule the country than she was (or that she’d given him credit for).“Enough,” the king said softly. The table fell silent. “Genrico, have the troops ready at sunrise. Two-hundred men-at-arms should suffice. Rucar, please ensure that you’re ready by then. I would prefer if the rest of you remain inside the walls but I won’t demand. I think always believe “sex is one kind of art”. So I want to share the real stories of those incidents of my life with yours. I assure you that every tale will give you a full satisfaction.Dear readers, the conversations of the story obviously were in ‘Bangla’, some places I have used ‘Bangla’ as happened and translated into ‘English’, otherwise I have tried to use translated English. In my student life, I rarely travelled. After my graduation once I had to visit Dhaka for attending an.