Amra kokkhono mou… Kokkhono mita bole daktam. Mou er songe bondhutto ta besh garo e hoye gelo. Jodi o mou er steady boy friend chhilo.Tar naam Rajiv... Mou er bornona diye ni ektu. Besh forsha, halka-patla goron. Buk 2to beshi vari na majhari map er. Kintu vison sundor goron. Ato khara ar uchu hoye thake je kamiz e ashongkho spoke er moto tan pora rekha toiri hoy o nora chora korlei. Ar obodharito samne bosa je kono chheler e haat nis-pis kore tepar jonno. Pachha 2to o vorat. Ar olpo dol khay. He was not in the house and his car was not on thedriveway. Perhaps he had left early for work and didn't want to disturbme, and then I realised I needed to get dressed otherwise I would be latefor work. I'll see him when I get back, but I had a sinking feeling.When I got home the house was still empty, my husband had not come home.I rang his mobile, but got a message that the number was unavailable. Isent him a text message, a WhatsApp message and an email. If we had aFacebook account I would. I pick up the package that is placed at my door and take it inside, placing it on the coffee table I sit looking at for about twenty minutes it unsure whether to open it or not. Eventually I pluck up the courage to open the box to see what is inside, it is the little black dress, the three buckle six inch black patent dominatrix shoes and an envelope. I leave the dress and shoes inside the box and take the envelope out sitting it next to the package, I look at it wondering what the heck it is. I need you," she said.I sat there stunned. Rhonda arrived like some kind of guardian angel with another mug. I sloshed it down fast and furious. I needed something. Like I said, my mouth was dry."What'd she want?" said Rhonda."You wouldn't believe it," I said."Try me," she said."She wanted me to pimp for her."Rhonda couldn't contain herself, she broke out laughing. "You know, Manny, it wouldn't be the first time a husband pimped out his woman," she said, as she gained back a measure of.