The evening was as calm and still as the day had been. The clear skies promised another hard frost and the temperature was dropping by the minute as t...e sun dipped to sleep behind the land. I stopped for a moment just to take it in. I breathed in the promise of the night. My mind quietened. The spinning thoughts slowed and died, one by one. I looked for a moment of tranquillity. Resentment crept over me instead, catching me unawares. I suddenly found myself thinking, 'why me?' This was soon. I didn’t see him until he took my arm gently. How does he do that? He had on black jeans, well worn black cowboy boots that were highly polished, and a peach short sleeved button up shirt. His hair was neatly woven into a braid and tied with a little leather strap. Wow. He greeted me, guiding me along. We passed a motorcycle and I actually stopped and looked it over. I knew from watching television that it was a ‘chopper’. It looked like a rolling sculpture. bright orange, yellow, and gleaming. Ami aged mohila like kori besi. Up to 45 age er mohila besi like kori tar mane ei na j ami koci meya like kori na, tao kori.Ami nongrami like kori.amr frnd rina nila, sormi,, ritu,,,sonali,, salina aro aneke. Amar paser flater aunty ( 37) nam rehana, tar sathe daily kori,amar roome ba tar roome.Amar family te ami ma masi bon kajer masi thaki, baba kajer jonno baire thake, mase 1bar basay ase. Ami sobsomoy e chaitam basy sobai nangto thakbo sobai mile lesbo korbo, make to amar chai e chai. make. Or maybe that was the alcohol. Either way, he helped me step out of my underwear before leading me to his bedroom. He unzipped my skirt and pushed it down around my ankles before pulling my shirt and bra over my head. He reached for his own pants, but my hands were already there, unbuttoning and unzipping them. He pulled his tee shirt over his head while I worked his pants and boxers down his legs, finally freeing his cock. As I stood, he turned me around and pulled my back into him. One hand.