The more I thought about it the more I was looking forward to a few cold Stag beers at Mama Castilari’s. As is often the case, when you start remini...cing about a part of your past life, more and more interconnected memories surface. I had a vague memory that Mario had a little brother in grade school when we were seniors. I made myself a note to ask Sarah if there was a Castilari in her class.At dinner that night I off-handedly asked Sarah “Hey honey, did you have a guy in your class with the. “Will it help if my skirt was off” mom asked“Much better” I said and removed my hand and stood back upShe lay on her back, lifted her legs on to the bed and dug her feet in so she could lift her bum up. Fiddling with the waist of her skirt, she twisted it around until the fastening was at the front and undid it.“Would you like to pull it down,” she asked softlyI grabbed hold of the waist at each side and slid it gently down over her smooth girdle to her knees before she lowered herself back. I was not used to taking liquor. We then sat on the floor. Within a few minutes, as we were chatting i felt light and warm. The girls noticed it. They took another gulp and started to undress me. Naani pulled off my lungi while devi took off my shirt. They set work on me. Devi took hold of my prick with both her hands and started massaging it. A tinge of warmth ran through my body.The rain began to pour. It was usual for the rainy season in kerala. The wind was blowing the rain into the room. My womanly vulnerability frightened me. I missed my children and longed to be reunited with them. I was afraid for my future. My smelly clothes and filthy body disgusted me. But when all was said and done, I now had a chance to live again, and this body was the only means to do it. I resolved to make it work for me, somehow.How would I live? What name would I use? If I told people I was Joe Conover, I would spend the rest of my new life in a mental hospital. For some reason, the name Michelle.