We have a computer down there", she said with a smile. She got up, not before giving one last good look at her panties. I followered her down the stai...rs to her basement. "Wow, nice", I said looking around. She had couch, table, tv, computer, stereo, and plenty else. "Thanks. This is kind of my other room, you know, for sleepovers and stuff", said. "ok, lets get started", I said. "Ok, but first let me get some drinks. Want anything"?, she asked. "Uh, sure, coke, if you have any", I said. "Ok",. Halka halka thaape nilimake chudte laglam. Aar nilimar mai duto bota shusshu tipe tipe dicchilam. Nilimar khub aram hocchilo. O abol tabol bokchilo, “iissshhhh issshhhh ki aram ki aram laghce re shala shuorer baccha. Emon leora kivabe banali re tui. Uuuffff aaahhhhh. Jore jore jore jore kor. Jore jore de ro jore. Ekebare vetore dhukiye nara na shala. Amar bodhata ekkebare vore geche. Chamrai chamrai ghosha lagche re bainchod. Chamrai chamrai ghosha na lgle ki aram hoi re shala kuttar baccha. De. ‘We’ve got you covered, Bro,’ Stan called back. ‘Take your time.’ ‘Oh, I intend to,’ Ted said softly, just to me. ‘I intend to make this perfect. Just like you.’ I watched him as he carried me into his bedroom and kicked the door shut with one foot. Laying me gently on the still unmade bed, he untied and removed my shoes. We never bought any socks for me, I realized. Then he pulled his own shoes off and slid up next to me, kissing me deeply. The feel of his body next to mine, his arms. Smith said as he pushed a button and a lighttone went off in my left ear.It was just a tone. Not harsh. Just one note, a single sound, a dingrang in my ear. Like an elevator when it arrived at a floor."Now Sandra, when you hear that tone you will come to meimmediately. I don't care what you are doing you will just find meand when you arrive you will say 'what do you want Mr. Smith?' You dounderstand, right?" Mr. Smith asked.I answered, "Yes Mr. Smith."Five years. I can do this."Also, this tone.