"So am I going to see some real bad-ass bikers for actual?" Bad as they come, around here, anyway," I admitted."They have chains and knives and everyt...hing?" she asked. "Maybe we'll see a fight." She must have been watching some of the old 2D flicks. Where else would she pick up that garbage. I didn't have the heart to tell her if there were any knives they would be vibo-blades and chains were unlikely since most everybody would probably be packing heat. You probably guessed already I was taking. ’ I pondered her question. It raised nice issues about the exact nature of consent and what Gus thought was going on at the time. I was about to suggest that she should have asked him when she had the chance — he was a lawyer after all — when Fran cut in. She was clearly poised in some awkward halfway house between appalled and amused. ‘Constance Amoah,’ she scolded, ‘that’s the most disgraceful story I’ve ever heard! How could you go with him after he’d forced himself on you like that? How. She would do silly things to try to make it all interesting, even slipping everyone some candy here and there. Towards the end of the morning, the training came to a close and the manager, Mr. Johnson, arrived to give his speech. Not a speech exactly, but more the "welcome to the team" stuff that managers always seem to do.In the middle of it John wondered how managers were always so peppy all the time. Once the speech was over, everyone else went home, except for John. Someone had called in. Ek ber mukh pheralei dona-r dehor soundorjo dekha jabe, kintu anek koste koutohol domon kore, nijer pant ar shirt khule phello. Or porone ekhon sudhu underwear. dona matha te bhalo bhabe shampu kore shower khule dilo. Opor theke jol pore or sara sarir dhuye galo, kintu bali puro galo na. Tokhon o gaye saban lagate thaklo. Gola, ghar, buk, pet, pa, sob jaiga te saban lagiye pither dike lagate giye bhujlo hat sob jaigate thikmoto pouchache na, edike sara pith bali te bhorti. Bhablo himu-r help.