And mrs. Sharma. Sharma was in the army and was away from the house most of the times. Mrs. Sharma, in her thirties was a bit on the plump side but wa... very attractive. I called her didi and she too treated me as her younger sister. A maratha lady ( natives from bombay), a female help rukmani bai, use to visit their flat she was a bit on the squat side but was strong and agile. I saw her always in neat and clean white sarees ( an indian attire). A number of times i saw her carry some colorful. "u r dressed for spring, its not texas where u dress like this for 60 degree weather its vermo nt we have to live like eskimos" she started laughing, YES i got her to laugh. "i know, its really just my hands that r cold though" she said. " here take my gloves, sorry there a little dirty from the farm but they r warm, i pulled them off and gave them to her. "thanks" "no prob" i replyed. we were almost to the back door when she started to slip on a patch of ice and went to reach out for somethi g. She was out forthe night. The neighbors watching the house, worried he might have aparty. They couldn't be more wrong. You would think that at sixteen Hewould want to sneak girls into the house and drink and do things likethat. But he didn't. He wanted to crossdress.He was wearing his mom's silk bathrobe, covering up her bra and pantieshe had on. His "boobs" lopsided from the socks stuffed in there. He knewsome part of his brain was fucked up and loved looking like this andbeing turned on by. Let's test your mettle by all means. It will be to my great pleasure and your very considerable pain, before I knock you out and leave you naked on the beach to spend a long cold night." Ok, you bastard if a fight is what you want you can have it! I never wanted trouble with you or any one else. I've never hated any one in my life or wished anybody harm until these last months and I suggest even now that we call this off. This is so utterly stupid and unnecessary - to say nothing of it's being.