‘Room service ma’am,’ said the tall, dark haired man outside her door.‘Thank you,’ replied a confused Meg, stepping back to allow him access... into the room. ‘How much do I owe you?’ His voice wasn’t that of Nimble Kimble, although he’d shown himself quite capable of changing his accent before.‘It’s all paid for, ma’am,’ he replied. Was his hair much shorter also? But then he could have had a hair cut since their last meeting. Oh, this was impossible!‘Are you Kimble?’ asked an exasperated Meg. He. Decor seemed restricted to dim lighting and stucco. Brandi had mentioned in a long sensual email that this bar was considered the best hookup place in Amarillo. Every table was occupied; there was a single stool vacant at the far end of the bar. Misty made her way towards the empty chair. “Is this taken?” she asked the bespectacled woman in a dowdy mid-length button down gray dress sitting next to the empty stool.Mollie looked over at the woman, and saw what she thought was a sympathetic face.. Instead, she gave a weak smile and put her hand on Thea's. Thea responded by facing her palm up and interlocking her fingers in Holly's. They continued to drive without speaking for awhile, one enjoying the music, the other trying her best to tolerate it.When they arrived at the log cabin, they took some time to wander around before unpacking. The combination of the incoming overcast and the dense forest helped to create a dark ambience, yet the mood was surprisingly cheerful. Holly took Thea. Ekhono o jeno kichu bujhte parchena. Ekhon ki hobe? Maa to shob jene geche. Mone mone nijeke gali-galaj korte laglo tomar “ufff…. Keno j boitake drawer e lock kore gelam na.” Tar onek din er fantasy chilo tar maa k niye. Uttejonar boshe she ekta kagoj e shei kotha gulo likhe chilo….ishshhsss….birat vul hoye geche. Sthobir hoye akash-patal vabte thaklo tomal. Ki korbe o ekhon. Maa er shamne o ar konodin shavabik hote parbena. Ki korbe….ki korbe….ki korbe….. Hothat tomal er mone ekta chinta.