I believe things in life happen for one of three reasons. Things happen because they were planned, as a result of circumstances, or because they were ...reordained or destined. This story about my son and me, I believe, was a combination of circumstances and destiny; it certainly was not planned. This story is about the events that happened early in 2002, shortly after the invasion of Afghanistan . At the time I was 38 years old and my son was 16. As a loving and close family, we all played sport. "It's unnatural," Kelly protested, "to wear the clothes of the other sex," as she pulled down her sweatshirt and hitched up her drooping, studded jeans to cover the "Calvin Klein" waistband on her boxer shorts. Kimothy, her biceps and thighs bulging through her cargo pants and classic white T-shirt, morosely agreed."Our husbands are defying the divine plan and I fear they may one day be wearing their silk panties in Hell. Why won't they wear cotton jockey shorts like I do?" Unwilling to be. 3Right-angle girl:Bellhop in light lavender cap;Elbow-length, matching glovesAnd trousers, skin tight, descendingInto high-heeled bootsIn the same light lavender materialSomething like paint.The only other colors are her hair,Blonde, and the peach flesh of her belly,Hanging right breast and upper arm.She is sleek and curvaceous, but sheIs also a woman of right-angles,Head, supported by left handAnd positioned above right triceps,Forms a line that is at a right angleTo her right forearm, which. She said- haan so jaongi she said that reluctantly she then said agar darr lagega to tu jaga hua hai na. I was getting tired of it I boldly said-yo main so jaata hun aapke paas, she immediately agreed to it, I forgot abt tv and went to her room with her. She had not changed her clothes, she started changing clothes infront of me, I said I ll go out, she resisted saying no problem, you are not stranger, it gave me more confidance, she started undressing her saree infront of me, she dropped her.