This was really not the answer I had expected. "So do you think that itis okay if J is a girl?" I asked."Yes, I do. It's ok when and after she says sh...'s a girl."Wow. "But she's not real and she will never, NEVER be a REAL girl!" Ialmost shouted. "Who's the perfect one?"I didn't know that J had overheard our conversation, but not all of it."J is a better girl than I am. She would be a better mother than me, I'mjust a tomboy. I wish I could help her."J's mother caught me up in a hug to calm the. Her husband.....her husband. "Oh David" she thought" How I wish I was with you safe in your arms, my darling". With that thought; her heart beat one last time and her earthly vision faded to black. Paula Birmingham's body was dead. But her soul and spirit were very much alive. A bright light was beckoning her toward it. Suddenly; there was no more pain and suffering. A figure dressed in white held out it's hand to take her's and said "Welcome, Paula, I've been expecting you. I need your lovely. But soon she was without anything. I was still with my pajamas and t-shirt. She started complaining; that I got her clothes removed, but am still wearing all of mine. I said to Ratna, see I removed whatever I wanted and so whatever you want, you have to get it removed from me. Then she attacked my t-shirt, this time she was on top of me sitting on my stomach and my t shirt and black jockey banyan was out. Since I have a good exercised body, she felt both of her hands on my chest and was feeling. One day I got a call from her to ask for help with the delivery boy, as there was no one at her home at that time. This is how I got her number, but never messaged her as was afraid of being judged by her as a pervert.So I took little steps and started sending jokes and good morning messages, on which she used to reply me too with some nice jokes and messages. This went on for 4-5 months.One day while speaking to her on texts in the evening, the conversation happened like this:Me: bhabhi, you.