" Si, aren't you concerned that the date is pretty far out for making plans?" Are you trolling for other, better offers?" No, it's just a bit of time ...own the road from now." Are you afraid?" No. Yes. Actually, I'm terrified. I want this to work. I'm afraid it won't. I'm praying for this dream to continue. I'm scared that I will wake up. I'm comfortable in your presence. Your presence is screwing up my world. Is that mixed up enough to not make any sense? Si, how is this going to work out?" I. The noise finally woke me up and I received the call, half asleep, half drunk, “Hello?” “Baby, myself Pinky here! Darwaaza kholiye!” Half asleep, I managed to understand that she was at the door and walked out the bedroom to the hall and opened the door, buck naked and with my eyes only half open. She was dressed in her standard marathi style saree and she giggled as she walked in, seeing me naked.Still half drunk, I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek and said, “Pinkyji you are so cute and. He wasn't doing much talking with her, but he didn't look to be missing out. As I watched, I saw her slight fingers tickle his crotch. She gripped and stroked his shaft through his trousers, giggling quietly. Subtle. I turned, wearily, back towards my food and made another attempt to eat something. I stirred my fork through it in the hope that mixing the rice a bit more might make the curry not taste so bad. I took another mouthful, then instantly regretted it. The curry was not improved. At. If I'm upset I can have a good cry and feel better!" All I can say is that Paulette never once regretted being a girl," Darlasaid. "He often thanked mom for making a girl out of him!" But what did other people think?" Dave asked. "My mother once told me that it wasn't that unusual for boys to be broughtup as girls back then, especially back in the old country where she camefrom. It must have been true since none of our neighbors ever said a wordabout it!" I can't believe the number of times I.