Cherie felt dizzy as she watched a droplet of fluid trickle down from Maggie’s stretched, well manicured opening, fall down across the back of her b...onzed thigh, and settle into the back of her knee.As the man’s head pulled backwards in a brief moment of rapture, Cherie felt one of her hands travelling down the front of her firm stomach, and slip beneath the band of her floral-patterned, white lace briefs.She trembled at the feeling of her own wetness dampening the untrimmed brown hair. She couldn't get away and couldn't stop laughing. And then she did. She got all serious and then she got embarrassed.There was a lot more intention behind the "STOP IT" this time. I backed off and she rose up on her elbows and looked down at her stomach and below. I followed her gaze."Oh, Shit." Are you all right?" All right? I don't know. I'm not hurt. But I peed all over myself. And the sleeping bag. Help me get up."We got her into the bathroom and she got rid of whatever was left, which I. Boudi: Amar pithe aktu saban diea debe?Ami: (Saya ta duder upore bendhe) Debo kinttu? Thik ache ami chokh bondho kore thakbo.Boudi: ha ha ha…. Aso bhitore aso.Bathroom a giea dekhi boudir panty bra sob akdike pore ache. Amar samne boudi pith theke saya ta namiea boshlo. Sayar dori kholai chhilo khali samner dike saya ta diea Dudu ta chepe dhorechhilo. Ami saban diea oor pithe ghoste suru korlem. Pithe hath ditei amar bara ta torang torang kore barte thaklo.Ami Barmuda pore chhilam. Barmuda ta. They stare at me like I’ve got two heads. I smile and tell them that no one lives forever. They don’t say nada and keep staring. I scoff, and smile as the number nine bus pulls up. The white guy and the Arab man step toward the bus but I block them. Hey, I’m bigger than both of them and this is Vanier, land of roughnecks. Don’t fuck me with the big hairy Black man if you know what’s good for you. I let the Chinese woman step in front of me. She is surprised, but smiles. I nod and smile, then go.