Looking at her over my cup, I said, "Ok, Susan. The last time I saw you, I assumed that the next day's headlines would be of you floating in the ocea..., face down, from an overdose. Now you act like you've discovered the lost weekend." I raised my eyebrows in question.She smiled over her coffee. "Wellll, I decided to make a change in my life - and did." So you killed Jim and buried his body somewhere?" Jim was her SOB husband, exceeded in his asininity only by George - mine.She laughed. . Sujata ektu shamla meye… Kintu figure ta puro saotaal der moto… Pathore khodai kora. Ar kam-uttejona o saotaal der motoi bonno…!Ami haat bariye abar mai 2to dhorlam.. Ebar bota 2to 2 angul e dhore mochor dite suru korlam. Mukhe bara thakay sujata valo kore shobdo korte parchhe na.. Tobuo akta sukher gongani beriye elo mukh theke. Ami botar charpashe nokh diye achor katte laglam. Ar komor nariye or mukhe chhoto chhoto thap dite laglam. Barar matha diye bin bin kore ros berochhilo.. Sujata jiv. Then he asks me if I would like to help. I always like to help please him. So I walk over and kneel with my legs spread. As I reach for his cock he tells me to wait a moment. And he turns around and finds what he wants in a drawer. Nipple clamps! I love nipple clamps. Then I let out an, "OOOOHHHHH," as he clamped my nipples. Then he asks me if I want his cock.I say, "Yes." He slaps me in my face with his cock and tells me, "Say it like you meant it!" "Yes master. I want your cock, may I please. Veterans I have met tell me combat is 90 percent boredom, eight percent dumb shit and two percent sheer terror. Archaeology is 90 percent mind numbing work, scrape away ... keep it level, square the walls, measure everything ... eight percent book work ... what you did (scrape), what you found (nothing) Depth of nothing from the stadia line (deep) and like that. The 'chink' is the bullet sailing past your ear. Your heart rate tops out ... the adrenalin flows ... you are in 'oh shit' mode.I.