Kaal katha hobe. Chitra r katha na bariye ghumiye porlo.Porer din office’e lunch korte korte Chitra Amit k phone kore bollo cholo aaj abire giye din...er kori. But Amit jathariti kathiye dilo, khub raag holo chitra’r. Porokhhon’e se Rajib k phone kore. Rajib o lunch korchilo, besh golpo chollo 10 minute dhore. Hotat phone rakha’r age Rajib Chitra k request korlo ek sathe metro te bari phirte, sune Chitra’o ek katha te raji hoye gelo. Office sesh’e 7.20pm’e Chitra Rabindra Sadan metro sation’e. He alsobelieves you to be drunk. He says if you want in, try the backentrance, around the block."I tried to protest that there was no way I could parade aroundthe block dressed - or undressed - like this! But the frostylook of my interpreter and the implacable expression on thedoorman's face convinced me it was useless. Miserably, I huggedmy quivering breasts and scampered through the crowd, around theblock.But the guard at the back entrance was, if anything, tougher andless polite than his. She wore knee level minis and deep-low neck tops revealing her fat legs as well as her deep cleavage. Worse, while playing chess, she folded one leg and kept it on the thigh of the other, giving scope to show off her inner thighs and panties. Many times, while thinking about a move in chess, she bent forward, elbows on the table, resting her head on her palms revealing the deep cleavage and halves of both her full-blossom breasts. Worse again, she was well aware of her posture but did not. That’s when I noticed that her jacket was similar to the one worn by the girl who’d spied on me earlier. Was it her?“Look, Katherine, you shouldn’t speak to your mother like that,” I said as Sally and Carole walked out of the door.“But —” “There are no buts, Katherine,” I cut in. “She’s not spying on you. In fact, we invited your mother on this break to help her deal with the breakdown of her marriage.”“But, Mr. Johnson, I can explain.” I wasn’t in the mood for her excuses. “Katherine, you.