Tarpor badikerta.She amar kumorer dupash diye dupaye akre dhore amar mukhta tene niye amar thut chushte chushte ekshomoy mridu kamrate laglo.Ami or ji...bha chushte chushte jure dhakka dilam.Ruma chitkar kore ki bolte gelo,or jibha amar mukher vetor thakay kichu buja gelo na.Ami ter pelam,amar lingo moni or govoshtolir nimnovag sporsho koreche.Koyek second shtir thakar por aste aste ami take chudte shuru korlam.Koyek minuter moddhe or vishon tight junipoth onekta shohoj hoye elo.She amar gola. This place was different though, it was dark and dank. It looked like it had just rained, but there wasn’t a cloud for miles, the street was covered in trash, and the beautiful women were replaced by homeless men and garbage cans, bottles of dry liquor, and bloody tampons. The air had a pungent sweet smell, like fruit.I looked up at the street sign, to see if I had the right street, it said “Lonely St.” but it was different, it was scratched up and covered in graffiti. It now read “Spook City. Up until now, I would play the game, then I would go home with my parents. I was sixteen now, and playing on the high school team. After our games, we would go into the locker room and shower, and turn in our uniforms to be washed by the athletic staff, and then go home. The first game, I was so embarrassed to get undressed in front of my team mates, that I hid in one of the bathroom stalls until everyone was gone, then I went and took a quick shower alone and turned in my uniform. That worked,. With my four inch high heelshoes and my up swept hair style, I would be almost as tall as Tom.Carol and Barbara had insisted on helping me apply my make up, they saidthat I should look perfect for my first official date with my newboyfriend. I had tried to say that I was only going out with Tom becausethey had talked me into it. My mind was a bundle of confusion.I thought that my eye make up was a little heavy. The colors were mostlybrown with reddish hues so as not to compete with my blue.