The elevator came to a stop, and the door slid open, “I think you’ll love this place. First, let’s look at the living room.” As we emerged fro...m the elevator into the apartment, I moved my arms wide to show him the room, twirling. He walked out and looked around nodding his head. He would run his hand over a table or chair, then run the hankie over the same place, a neat freak I guess. “Over here is the fully stocked wet bar, of course, it will be your responsibility to restock it when the need. "This thing," I said, "is a pile of crap, the skirt is too short and the top is too tight and the colour is awful." Well may be, but the short skirt makes your legs look great," he said, "the tight tops emphasises the size of your boobs." Hey, stop it, I'm your sister," I said blushing at his words."And the colour," he carried on, "complements your complexion nicely." Well thanks, but this sexy outfit is coming off and I going to take a shower and wash away the smell of hamburger." While I. He felt confused, anxious, and the only thing he knew that would stop the bad feelings was at work.It was while he was trying to think things through that he heard a thump on the doormat. Someone had put a padded bag through the letterbox. It couldn't be the postman, not on a Sunday. He picked it up and opened it carefully. Inside was a CD in a jewel case. Someone had written on it: "SOUND THERAPY." Rob was too disoriented to wonder why this should arrive just at that moment. He switched on his. Boudir sajya khamata sesh hoye jai bole ami ar parchi na re, ebar ektu chod tor ei vimer bara diye. Onekdin chudi ni re. eto boro bara ar pai o ni. Valo kore chude gudta boro kore de. Amar to kutta chodon beshi pochondo. Tai Boudike khater upor ubu hoye basai kakima balishe mukh guje pod keliye soi. Bishal boro lod lode kumroro moto pachata uchu hoye thake. Ami pachar dabna duto fak kore kakimar pode jiv bolatei boudi hou mao kore othe or amar gud marani re ar jalas na re tor paye pori gudta.