Khub boro boro taler moro gol gol dudu Akta lal bluse pore ache bhitore mone hoi lal bra ache. Nichhe oor lal panty te Dhaka gud tao dekhlam. AKttu su...kte ichha holo. Abar ami aste aste oor duto payer majhe mukh rekhe pantyr upor diea guder gondhho suklam. Offfffffff ki mistti akta gondho. Ami aar parlam na. Amar bara dhore narrate laglam.KIchhukhon por amar feda chole alo ami aktu feda oor pantyr upore fellam akttu oor dude and bakita mukhe fele dilam. Kaki bibhotsho bhabe ghumachhen kono ans. I had at times contemplated asking her for a date, but always my nerve failed me in case she said "no"...Doreen Harris had often commented on the fact, that it was strange that two eligible single people like us should be living next door to one another, both in three bedroom houses. Roxy her daughter was a spitting image of her mother and I had always liked Roxy. She was a pretty, very articulate and likeable young lady, and I always enjoyed chatting to her when the opportunity arose...That. These domestic arrangements worked well for over a year, until Mark lost his job. As their savings quickly dwindled, Mark realised he couldn't go on paying Shaun the rent each week. At first Shaun said he was content to let the debt grow until Mark found a job, but actually he was in financial problems himself. He had to cut his expenses, and the only luxury he had was his women, the ones he paid to visit him in his lonely bachelor flat. Something had to go, so he stopped calling them.Over the. But first things first, the goddamn country music had to go!Sharon sprung out of her twin bed and changed the station.Daisy May looked over her shoulder. "I know you didn't just turn the Dixie chicks off for whatever that shit is yer' listenin' to." I happened to be listening to Justin Timberlake. A REAL singer." I don't give a damn who it was. I'm changing it back." Daisy got up, reached around Sharon and changed the station.Sharon turned it back. "It's my radio." Well I live here." Daisy.