"Dammit, why can't people just leave me alone?" I grabbed the thirty-eight snubby from under my pillow and went to the door. Mark was standing there w...ith a shit-eating grin on his face. I shut off the alarm and let him in, but you can bet he was catching hell the whole time."Will you quit your bitching, Harry? You knew I was going to come over to see how the trip went. Sorry it's so early, but I couldn't wait. So, Dammit, tell me what happened."I went through the whole thing with him and when I. “Well Paul, it is tonight or never.”Being a male, sometimes my brain functions at a very slow speed, usually when dealing with members of the opposite sex. However, on this occasion, it went to Warp 20 in nothing flat. I think I could smell the burning rubber from the spinning mental tires!“Where do I pick you up and when?” That escalated fast!Lynn gave me her address and we agreed that I would be there at 7:30. That evening, I grabbed a quick shower and noticed that my cock was a little more. Koushik amar hat 2to dhore tolar chesta korlo.Ami uthte parchilam na. Uthte parchina dekhe amay se panjakola kore tule nilo.Ami lojja peleo bes valo lagchilo. Or sorir ta khub gorom hoye chhilo ami anuhab korte parchilam.Or 1ta hat chhilo amar bogoler kache,jeta amar dan diker breast a touch korcilo. R 1 ta hat amar hip a dhora chilo. Koushik amay bedroom a niye giye suie dilo. Ami oke amar pase boste bollam. O boslo oke paser table theke moov cream ta ante bollam .O niye elo. Ami oke amar hatu. I was living. My parents’ greatest gift to me wasn’t giving birth to me, their greatest gift was marrying me off to a stranger. One night, my husband and I were drinking. He asked me what I want to become. I barely whispered, ‘I want to become a writer.’ The expression on his face was priceless, something I could never forget. I had never seen him so happier and I bet there were tears in his eyes. I would have never thought but he had always wanted to be a writer too. ‘Got too busy. Will you do.