Paul picked the thong out of his ass one more time before shutting hisdaughter's door behind him. Good grief this is gross, he mused whilequickly gra...bbing some clothes from her dresser and closet. First thing'sfirst, he thought to himself while snatching up a sports bra hefrequently saw in the laundry, and a pair of clean cotton chones. Healso grabbed the yoga pants Ginger had set out, and a nice, soft t-shirtthat was on top of her dresser. Losing nearly a foot in height waspretty bizarre. Sawar chaliea snan kora suru korlo, saban lagachhe sara sorire, gude dud take tule tule saban lagachhe. Ami aar na thakte pere ghore chole ase khenchte thaklam. Hothat kore boudi amake daklo Sitesh?Ami: Ha ki boudiBoudi: Amar akta kaaj kore debe.Ami: Ki?Boudi: Aktu ghor theke amar tawal ta debeAmi: Ha dichhi (Amar mone holo amar onek diner swapno mone hoi puron hote cholechhe)Tawal ta boudir hathe dilam…..Boudi: Amar pithe aktu saban diea debe?Ami: (Saya ta duder upore bendhe) Debo kinttu? Thik. One day you'll find a girl you like and it will happen."He seemed comforted by that. He looked less tense now. Then once again he said something I was not expecting."Yeah. Or a guy."This time I froze. I just kind of stared at him, wide-eyed. That was definitely the booze talking, right? No question. He never made any kind of indication that he was gay or bi or into guys at all. Sure, we've talked about sex before tonight, but it was always about girls. So when he mentions the possibility of. Change a flat ... high-speed reverse, police turns, feather a corner, how to get out of a submerged car.Shake a tail, tail another car, wash a car, clean the interior, perform simple mechanics ... change the oil, filter, spark plugs, add windshield washer fluid, charge a battery, tune a radio, clean seat belts.Driving was serious. A car was as much a weapon as a loaded gun.Mother was NOT in my classes.Mother was having a very difficult time.Mother was one of the Crazy Drivers.Mother was invited.