So when Mona and I entered the place, we were greeted by the rising of smiles from the sunken faces of the bar hosts. Let us say that drinks flowed fr...eely and with great camaraderie, and that we all felt like we were having a nice little get together of friends in the basement pool room. The long wooden bar had been polished to dark burnt amber from years of beer and other sundry spills. It gleamed as only the eldest Oak can after a century of loving use. We took turns behind the bar serving. Ai bole ma amader sontanke nie ghum parie rakhte gelo. 5 minute pore ma ferot elo temoni nogno hoyei. Ese amar khater pase darie bessar moto ker miti miti haste laglo. Tar dudh dutoPremikar moto cheye roilo. Mar vadoy alo pore chok choke birjo dekha jasse.Ami sorir chorie du hat baralam ma er dike, ishara peye ma amar buke uthe elo lokkhi meyer moto.Tar ngno norom sorirta amar nogno sorire moddhe niye piste laglam. Ma bolte laglo,–amar lokkhi baba, dol na mar sorirta, sob jala nivie de na sona,. She evidently was continuously randy. It must have been midnight, cool and very dark, just starshine to see by when she stood beside my bed and jostled my shoulder."What's your name?" she demanded, looking rather ghostlike.I told her."Well," she said, "move over a bit." I heard a rustle and stuck out my hand, grabbed at her leg and felt her nightgown flowing to the floor. Then the quilt lifted and she was beside me, her mouth on mine, her tongue in my cheek, her hands very busy, our legs. As I led her around back she asked, “Are we going to sneak in? I think that the doors are that way,” pointing to the left.“When you have, back stage passes, you need to enter, back stage.”“Where did you get back stage passes? You didn’t even know that you were coming to Atlanta. I’ve called a bunch of friends and no one had an extra ticket. Some couldn’t even get one in the first place.”“When you hang out with the stars, you can’t help but shine.”She wanted to tell me to fuck off but didn’t.