Didi ebar ektu heshe tar churidarer jama ta khule pheallo ami to pray obak je didir buker uppor oi duti ki jinish. Didi thokhon bra porechilo kintu am... tar nam thokhon jantam na. Didi amar dike takie bollo kiholo ebar tor jama ta khol ami ta naa kore didi ke jigesh korlam didi oi duto tomar buker uppor ki. Mou didi thokhon bollo dara sob jama kapor khular por, tor sob quens er ans debo. Ami tara tari amar jama ta khule fellam didi bollo ki holo pant tao khol, ami bollam agye tomar ta kholo.. She decides to reflect with a walk on the square. She walks to her bay reading window and stares at the small raindrops hitting the panel quietly yet steadily. She thinks, “ Rain. That’s cleansing. It’s also cold and wet. Better dress accordingly.” Some things never change. Across the square at the Rhyme and Reason Music Bar, a quiet loner rebel type base player is sitting backstage in a chair kicked back against the wall balancing w/ one leg, strumming empty notes. Yearning to write something. We don't have much, but you're welcome to what we have," my mother said."Yes, Ma'am," he replied gratefully, "I shore am hungry."Moments later, he was wolfing down some of my Mom's left over cornbread and drinking my father's extra cup of coffee he had saved from breakfast to have later."I'd be willing to do any kind of work you might have to pay you for letting me stay a few days," I heard him telling my father a short time later as they sat talking by the old heat stove that was glowing red. The handle kept her sphincter loose and she only took it out minutes before she got dressed for the party. Linda had waltzed into the room and was completely taken aback by the sight of a bristly bush hanging out of Lucy's ass. "I thought you're pussy was back to front." She giggled hysterically. "Not any more." Lucy turned around to reveal a very well shaven pussy. Not a hair in sight. Linda stared at it. "What does it feel like?" "It's so sensitive, you should do it." Linda nodded and tried.