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  "Yes, I'll give Dr. Nikhil the message. He is with a patient at the moment but will get back to you shortly. Thank you for calling."   Pinky Roy, aged 26, hung up the phone. She smiled to herself as she filled in the date and time on the message slip. She had reason to smile, for she had done well in her first month on the job.   After getting married sixteen years ago, Pinky has done the stay at home motherly thing - popped out a couple kids, attended PTM meetings, made cupcakes, laundry, dishes and all the other daily chores around the house. She always had dinner ready for her husband, Anish , each night he returned home from work. She did not mind this at first. She loved her kids and her husband and would do anything for them. But, the past several years things changed.   The kids, Arup ,and Mili , were now teenagers and didn't want to spend time with her. They both had their own set of friends and, outside of school, would spend each afternoon with them...

Our initial meetings were too public to let us reveal our passionate side, Sue was married and small town gossip spread faster than a summer grass fire. Luckily October evenings provided early darkness and her old man was away a lot driving HGV's. The first night my landlady said she'd be out until late at the bingo we arranged for me to pick her up in the auction mart car park and head back to my digs. She'd made a big effort to impress me, heels, leather look blue dress and what I hoped would turn out to be stockings. I got a playful wrist slap when I tried a quick grope on the drive back but the smirk that went with it promised better times ahead. I offered a drink once we were inside but the need for some physical contact meant she declined and seated herself in my lap on the settee. As I wrapped her in my arms and we embarked on a major snogging session the pent up sexual chemistry at last found some relief. Soon my erection became obvious as she squirmed on my lap. ...

Nazmul Raju stood impassively as the priest dispatched the goat on the altar in the Lupercal Cave, the place where the she-wolf Rupa had miraculously nursed the abandoned babes, Romulus and Remus, the founders of Bangladesh. The High Priest stood nearby, supervising closely to make sure the rites to honor the god Pan were performed properly. Eshita Akter, Raju' cousin and best friend since childhood, stood next to him subtly admiring his own tanned, naked body from different angles, as the priest proceeded with the blood sacrifice of the dog. Raju' eyes twitched, as the dog whined horribly even after its throat was cut. It was a great honor to be selected by the Luperci to run for the festival, an honor his father had campaigned for relentlessly, but all the same he liked dogs. Two veiled figures approached the altar carrying salted meal cakes to be offered along with the blood sacrifices. The Vestal Virgins were revered for their purity, dedication, and service to Banglade...