Nijeke ektu gutiye, thik thak kore boslam. Seta dekhe Rajib ektu haslo, jante chailo ki holo? Chitra bollo kichu na. Ora kichukhhon chup kore bose poi...o kono katha na bole. Hotat Chitra feel korlo kono haat or pith’e kichu korche. Ter pelo Rajib or pit’er opor sursuri dichhe. Chitra’r kichu bolar sokti nei. Tar haat paa obos hoye asche. Dhire dhire Rajib ok nijer kache tene nilo, Chitra samanno badha diye’o nijeke somorpon kore dilo Rajib’er kache.O onek din dhore Amit’er kach theke ja chaito. There was barely and space but I got in anyway.The driver was in hysterics, he was breathing heavily and didn’t move out of excitement. It was so small that my feet were hanging out of the auto. I put my hands on his button, shivering again, but this time it was out not out of fear but lust. His meat was poking out of his soft cargo pants and I was hungry for it.I’m breathing on it now, the drivers head resting on his seat, his eyes rolled back in pleasure. His zipper his open, his underwear. Dad looked at Dennis, he could see the truck from that angle but hadn’t yet. While he asked who Dennis was, (he said he was the driver) mom unbuttoned 3 buttons on her blouse. It opened to underneath her bra showing off a lot of cleavage. Dad looked back, maybe because of moms arms moving and went off on mom. “Jesus Janice what the hell are you doing dressed like that in front of these boys, what kind of a slut are you turning into?” Mom squared off with him saying “we don’t live together so. He was staring wide eyed at her with his mouth open.She said “Aidan, I came as soon as I knew you’d been. Can I come in?”He continued to stare, he swallowed and blinked at her.The humour of the situation got to her and she laughed at his amazed expression. This was her Aidan all right.“Well? Can I?” she asked again.At this he seemed to wake up.“Yes, of course Sam, come in. It’s just – unexpected.”Aidan’s mind was in chaos, he was still trying to cope with the surprise, still hardly believing.