Aroti bole, bhai er hoia tumi sima ke koro, ar amnite amar o chiahida nai, tumi o aram pabe. Amol khusi hoi ,kintu bou ke bole tumi rag korbe na? Arot...i bole ami chinta kore dakhachi or sorir er ja khiday tate jodi bairer karo kacha aghoton jhotai, ter thake ai borong bhalo. Aroti sima ke sob bollo. Sune sima khusi holo kintu aroti ke bollo, dadar kache je lajja lagbe. Aroti bollo jamaier sathe lajja nai ar vasur dadar sathe joto lajja? Rate kotha moto amol simar ghore gia dakhlo ghor andhokar,. ”“Kay.” After a short pause she added, “I don’t think I’d like you to be with anyone else.” Another pause. “Unless I liked them. If I liked them, then it would be okay.”Studying her, I clarified something. “You know I’d never stop you if you found someone, honey. It’s your body. No one else’s. You can’t go through life having only experienced sex with one person and I don’t expect you to. It won’t change how we are together or how much I love you.”Sia pondered it. “Okay. The same for you.” She. ’ ‘You what?’ I was honestly thinking that this might be one of those inappropriate dreams again. If that was the case, there was a distinct chance of sleeping through my alarm. ‘Look, you were so sweet to offer to take me camping after Brad, that I called your boss to see if he could spare you for an extra day or 2. He was happy to oblige me.’ My boss, Mark, was her uncle. He was almost as angry about Brad as I was. The only thing that shocked me was that it never occurred to me that this. I didn’t notice any objection to my mom’s suggestion that Susan accompany us on our island-hopping voyage and Susan visibly brightened up after she accepted the invitation.I watched Susan unpack her suitcases and was surprised to see that one suitcase was crammed full of exotic French undies and some sex toys of different colors and ingenious design created to enhance sexual experience and in some cases bring pleasure from pain if on was so inclined. I had never seen that side of Susan before.