" You mean that her loss caused you to mourn more than might be considered normal. That you were overly grief stricken, or something like that." Nora ...as a very independent woman. She was beautiful but eccentric, and in most men's eyes this seemed to taint her fabulous beauty." And you married her, accepting her faults as well as her good points. You filled a gap in her life but she never acknowledged the fact." Something like that. But I didn't care. As long as I could bask in her glow I was. So I made my self comfortable and keep on looking. Now my mom holds his head and started to run her fingers in his hair. And my uncle started to move his hands on mom’s buttocks as he was sitting and mom was standing. A sensation ran through my body as I saw his both hands moving round and up and down on my mom’s buttock cheeks, her saree was also moving with fingers. He now saw into mom’s eye as they both smiled and nodded. Then mom with her both hands put his head on to her stomach and he. This time I took her to the bathroom, made her stand under the shower and turned it on. She got scared and started to run out. I caught hold of her and brought her back under the shower. She was almost my height, while my wife is much shorter. I had a little difficulty in putting shampoo on her hair but then she soon got the hang of it. She was wearing a saree in the typical Marathi style. I told her to remove the saree as it was already wet.She hesitated at first and then removed it. I was. Her skin was asporcelain white as Maureens'.He turned and looked at her. She walked over to him, kissed him, andthen said, "I could have changed you instantly from a man to a woman,but it's more fun to do it slowly. I hope you like your new body,Shahla?" Shahla?" We can't call you James anymore. Can we? And, since I made you, I getto pick your name." No, I guess it can't be James." Now. I know that there is something else that you have always wanted.And, you were so good to me, that I can give.