He had me sit across from his cherrywood desk while the woman left. My knees were vibrating.He was a mousy man, short, with dark and balding hair, wi...e-rim glasses over beady eyes, and an occasional twitch at the corner of his mouth. He seemed perpetually nervous or perhaps insecure. “Bryan, we have an issue here,” he began.He was going to blame me for what happened last Friday? He held up my school I.D. card. “You lost this last week. I’m sure you want it back.”I felt my face. It was more than a little intimidating to a guy who was used to being the smartest chap in the room.Still, Davis was the only clergyman who was willing to perform this ceremony by any means, and partially only because he seemed to trust Brent, Deanna, and Summer. That went a long way in his mind to being able to trust the throuple with the truth about his own rather unorthodox lifestyle with his sister Jordan. Contrary to popular myth, after all, not everyone in Appalachia fucked their own kith. I sat down on the white leather sofa. M__ served me a glass of fruit juice. It tasted like some tropical blend. My nervousness faded away. She immediately began small talk, and asked me what I liked. I had to explain to her that I wasn't a trick, and that I was honestly there to interview her. She was a little apprehensive at first. I assured her I wouldn't use her real name. I told her I was writing this for a site called "Fictionmania." She told me she never heard of it, but she would. Nijer flat e ese rong dhulam nijer sarir er. Tarpor lunch kore ese ghumiye prolam.Sondhe bela te amr room e bell bajlo. Room khullam.Dekhlam gomvir mukh e boudi amr samne dariye.Ami: ki holo boudi?Boudi: tmi ja rong makhiyecho, utche na. Husband dekhle ami problem e pore jaboAmi: o fereni akhn o?Boudi: fireche but drink kore ghumiye acheAmi:vetore esho.Boudi vetore asar por bollam nighty ta kholo.Boudi: ki bolcho tmi?Ami: na hole rong tola jabe na.Boudi: ami songe arekta nighty niye esechi, eta.