Evabe kichukkhon thapthapir por abba ese bollo, jahanara tumi jokhon uthba rita boiba rita uthle tumi boiba. Ete dujoner dudh ghosaha khaibo. Eybar su...u holo magir chodon. Jahanara jokhon bosche, rita tokhon utche. Fole ritar dhuder bota jahanarar duder botar songe ghosa khacche. Dujonei uu:, aa:, kore sitkar korche. Edike abba nijer dhon khechtase r forider dhon chustese. Kichukkhon por forider mal pore gelo. R o kichukkhon khechar por roton r vola mall fello. Sob mal joma hocche sei glastay.. Solemn but not sullen, on seeing Marty he smiled and revealed beautifulwhite teeth."Joseph - you're late - five minutes late!" the old woman grumbled.The boys grin faded. "I'm very sorry, Gran'ma. I didn't -" This as happened before. You know how I detest unpunctuality. Itdisorganises the entire evenin'." Yes, Gran'ma." said the boy, sliding quickly into his seat.Stony-faced the old woman swung her arm across the table. "This heregennelman is yer Uncle Mart'n from Chicago. He's gunna be stayin'. The much more attractive Eileen was at least giving me a smile. That was always a good sign where she was concerned. I remember when we were very small, she had "crowned" me with a red metal fire engine causing me to make a quick trip to the emergency room at the nearby Catholic hospital for a half-dozen stitches. I came to realize later on that she must have liked me because I was the only boy she treated that way.It was really hard for me to tear my eyes away from Colleen's lovely pussy. The. « I prefer to follow you », I answered.Now I can write the following story with a certain perspective but, when I lived these surreal moments, I admit that I was very naive and that I didn’t know at all what would happen. We left the car and walked into the small birch forest. Nobody was there. When we reached a clearing, we saw the woman we had seen in the shop and she was waiting for us. She was also wearing a raincoat with a bag on her shoulder. It was only at this moment that I understood.