It was closing in on eight-thirty and even though Hildy had pulled back the heavy drapes from the window, the light from outdoors was waning. Jim clos...ed the heavy drapes. There was a small light over the sink outside the bathroom. Jim let it stay on and it gave just enough light to see. He threw off the tee shirt that he had put on when he went out in search of ice, but kept the cotton pajama bottoms on. He stayed on the bed waiting for Hildy to appear. A ventilation fan inside the bathroom was. And she had repeatedly stated she hated blondes. Maybe you should listen more. Morgan picked up the remote. She flipped through the channel guide on her TV looking through the shows. She passed one of those reality shows about tattoos. “I don’t know why there are so many shows about tattoos. Everyone goes crazy for tattoos.” She went on a five minute rant about how people should only get tattoos that mattered to them. She seemed particularly perturbed by people who got “animal” tattoos. “You. He's probably an altar boy. He knelt, suitably religiously, in front of me, and got to within aboutsix inches of the glistening prize. I WAS glistening as well. He reached gently behind me, caressing my stocking tops and holding mybum. I shivered. "Do you want a little LCKI?" I asked, almost collapsing against thewall, which itself was unstably lined with shoe boxes. "Oh god yes please" he moaned "Not my clitty, though. Be careful. If you lick my clit I will have tofuck you right now, in here". Uttejonai mami tar komorta k amar komorer taletale otachhe – Namachhe, r majhe majhe joni diye kamre dhorche amar lingotake, puro paka kheloar evabe ektu jore kamre dhorlei amar birjopat hobe, tai khub jore kamravhhe na, mane mami chaiche onnek khon dhore sukh pete.Ontoto bis bachorer bibahito jobon ei mamir, athocho tar sorire ekhono ki jouno khudha, j tar prai ordheker oo kom boyosi ek ta chele k kache peye tar kach theke jouno sukh nite didha korche na.Mamir tolthap barte thake, bujhte pari.