She was married and not have children.During my engineering semester break up holiday. I use to go to her house. First I made a plan of getting close ...o her so I took the opportunity of uncle and aunty clashes. During the clashes I took the side of aunty Shilpa and made to think her that I am her side. Then I started saying normal jokes she use to laugh at me. Meanwhile I try to see her sexy cleavage boobs which is of around 36d.When ever uncle is not in house I use to tell non veg jokes. Just as she swallowed her last bite, she turned in her chair and pushed back from her desk. She stood up to greet me and shook my hand, she introduced herself as Michelle, her smile and politeness lit up the dark basement office. She was wearing a very professional blouse and shear pants, conservative accessories and makeup that accented her natural beauty. She asked what she could do for me, my voice caught in my throat as a flood of lude suggestions and images came to mind. I smiled (and. And irrespective of what society feels about the newly adopted role, deep inside the androgyne knows a type of “home-coming” which defies rational explanation.The inner drive is towards integration and wholeness, motivated in this case not so much by conscious choice as by an inner subconscious urge which is fundamentally spiritual in nature. And it is not a once-and-for-all achievement; it is a life-long process, which merits the status of a life-calling or vocation, as distinct from a goal. Even now, she sat there at the gravesite in the second row, behind the team, her eyes red rimmed, her lip trembling.The priest was saying something profound, but he was beyond listening, didn't really care. It had all blurred together anyway, the speeches, the remembrances from the people who had barely known the dead guy. The ones from the team and the director had actually meant something. The letters from the president, the SecDef, and the SecNav had been surprising but strangely touching..