Aami emon kichu korbo na jaatey tomar kono khoti hoi. Kintu taar maane ei bhebo na, je aami tomake chere debo. Na, seta aamar uddesho noi. Aami bhalo ...kore bujhi je aainoto aamra biye korte parbo na. Kintu ke aamader aatkate paare Jodi aamra dujone swami – strir maton bhalobasha upobhog kori? Mone mone aami tomake aamar swami roope mene niyechi, tumio aamake tomar stree roope grohon karo.”Rahul aabeger songe bollo, “Aamio tomake aamar stree roope chai. Ei somajke aar aami mani na. Chalo aamra. Maybe I’d zoned out more than I realized because she didn’t even get halfway across the room before tossing the stuff she picked up from shopping and came to me to ask what was on my mind.I could not spit the words out, so she lent her charitable head and heart.“Our anniversary? Is that what you’re thinking about?”My eyes blinked, because teardrops wanted to fall but I dare not allow them.“Yeah, you know, not the anniversary itself, though I wish…”“You want to think about our first anniversary. "I dunno... I had this dream..." she trails off. "There was... this girl..."So now I'm awake. My wife went to an all-girls boarding school, and I'm pretty sure her first kiss was with another girl years ago as a result. "Yeah?" I ask. "You'd like to make out with another woman?" I don't know... like... we were in this hotel room I think... and she came in with us..." Oh, so I'm there too. Nice. I'm getting aroused. I had thought there would be no hanky-panky tonight, but clearly she had other. I’m a bit slow to learn, be patient with me, ok?” My mind is racing. Ava wants me to cuddle with her again, nudist style? I am really not comfortable with it. The hiccup last time scared the hell out of me. But she’s so upset. It breaks my heart. “I’ll try and work on it, ok? Just please be patient with me. Being nude is so new to me. Honestly it makes me extremely uncomfortable but I want to work on it because I know that it means so much to you. I’ll give it another shot, ok? Let me just get.