.. Esther hardlyrecognized her own country any more!The "transgender" was still in the stall. He had been so flippant that sherealized it would do no ...ood to reason with him when he emerged. Beingmentally ill was one thing, you might even be tempted to sympathize withthem if they acknowledged their condition for what it was; but thesepeople simply had no shame or decency, as if they didn't even recognizemorality when it was right in front of them. They called it "hate".She remembered the moving. "Wait, till we get you properly dressed." I am," I said as I leaned back against the mirror. "I am dressed." No, silly." Mother laughed and pointed at the masses of lustrous fabricthat lay beside her on the bed. "It's now the evening, we have to getyou properly gowned and made up. Ladies have to dress for the eveningyou know."I nodded agreement. Mother was always exquisitely dressed at any time,but especially so in the evenings, when she put on a scintillatingevening gown, of which she had a. Par andhere me main jyada kuch dekh ni paya. maine haath badha kar use uthaya. ab wo boli ki salwar to gandi ho gayi kya karu maine kaha ise uthar do. pehle to wo sochti rahi par phir maan gayi aur usne salwar utar di. uski kameez lambi thi to kuch dikh nahi raha tha. tabhi usne mere kachhe ki taraf dekha to thoda sharma gayi. usne kaha shayad tumhe b moot aya hai. maine kaha haan. to usne kaha tum b kar lo na. maine kaha thik hai. phir maine apne lund ko bahar nikaalne laga to socha shayad wo. Now I don’t mean to say that he just grabbed it and threw it on the truck. No, he had to wrestle it by leaning it over and sliding it up but still, Five hundred pounds, that’s a lot. It’s all I can do to put a five gallon bucket of driveway asphalt in the back of our minivan.Jim and his wife Martha move in next to us about six months ago and somehow I have become his best friend.Martha probably weighs the same as Jim and is almost as strong. I’m joking of course (but not by much).My wife Lori.