Unar jabar pore shila kapod chhada suru korlo saree arr blouse ta khultei dekhlam tar mai duto gol gol fule uthechhilo, mone hachhilo se Mr. Khannar ...bara dekhe khub beshi kamatur haye achhe bhabtei amio uttejito haye porlam,tar mai duto kalo bra ke chhide ber haye aste chaichhilo.Er por se sayar darite tna marlo aarr oidikeeeeee Mr. Khanna o ghare dhuklen unar hathe ekta night gown chhilo, oita uni dite bhule gelen aar amar uposthiti tao bhule shilar gaye dekhte laglen, shila tho haye dariye. In our innocence we’d forgotten how popular they must be for shooting up, adolescent encounters, etc etc. Two stations later and she was getting desperate.Finally, we found a completely empty ladies toilet at the end of a long platform. I offered to wait outside, which just drew a withering glare.“I didn’t travel all this way for you to get all chivalrous on me. Just keep quiet and we’ll be alright”, she said. Grabbing her hand, I led the way into forbidden territory. We picked a corner cubicle. So they could do little more than trade glances until Bill tucked Kathy into her crib. Helen went in to Kathy's room to kiss her good night."Nighty-night, sweet," she said after the kiss."Nighty-night, Mommy; nighty-night, Daddy." Nighty-night, Princess. Sleep tight."And, for a wonder, she did.If Alan had played her like a violin, Bill sang a duet with her.Slowly, in the manner of parents who might be called back to their child's bedside, they kissed. He turned her in his arms so he could. The blonde missed that more than she first realized. The only thing salvaging a bit of that feeling was the iron lockbox mocking her attempts to find out what was inside.It was already past midnight and finally they were alone; their guests were nestled all snug in their bed.Brandy’s younger brother and sister-in-law were now living with them in the small three bedroom house that lay about a mile away from the salvage yard that Grant owned. The house was built in the late forties by Grants’.