Me: You look pretty, hot and beautiful.Mami: Thank you. (A fear of where our chat is leading gripped my heart. A thought of my loving husband and kid ...crossing my head. Still, I couldn’t stop my replies to Madhan, who was driving me crazy.)Me: I want to be your close dirty wild friend. I want you to be somebody with whom I can share everything without any shame.(After sending this message I waited with anxiously. This message meant a make or break in my dream of savoring and enjoying milky. A convalescent home or sanatorium or perhaps an asylum? A hospital would explain the large kitchens and the large gardens. Shielding the house from the surroundings would be appropriate for an asylum or sanatorium. I know a lot of sanatoria closed in when antibiotics became effective against TB in the 1950's, but that's too long ago for the way the place is fitted out, unless Inward Bound have done a lot of work. On the other hand, mental health reforms in recent years led to smaller inpatient. When he tapped me on my shoulder, it took me a moment to realize where I was. He asked me to roll over, which I did without thinking, before realizing with some embarrassment I had an erection. As I flipped over, the towel became loose, causing it to form a tent above my body. Sensing my embarrassment, he said, "Don’t worry that’s normal." I was now uncomfortable to be in the same room with a man while having an erection. Suddenly, I had a decision to make. Did I want him to stop or to. Amra din bhor jemon temon kore kata tam aar sondher por theke ami aar mami ekbar notun jubok aar juboti hoeye jekhane ichchee ulte palte choda chudi kortam. Mama baire theke na phera porjonto ami aar mami khoob kore choda chudi korlam aar er majhe kakuo eshe du teen bar mamir guude nijer laura ta dhukiye mami ke khoob kore chudlo. Koek bar ami na thaka kalin kaku asto aar mami ke chudto. Amio chaitam na je ami aar mami ek songe mami ke bichanate phele chudi, karom mami amader teen jon mile.