Do you?”I was shocked. Because I didn’t know my mom was planning to come to Mumbai with me. She asked me again on the jumpsuit, and I zeroed on on...e. Which was black and sexy.She was happy with my selection and went for trials. When she asked me to check on her, I almost fainted. She was looking sexier than I ever seen her in my life. I said awesome. She took that and packed two Punjabi suits and two sets of jeans and top.The day. dad came for me to leave to Mumbai with my mom. Dad asked me to. Thesituation would change, and perhaps there would come a chance, anopportunity, and he would be ready to recognise it, to take it, to getback his own flesh and blood, to free himself of this hated femalecontainer of his male essence.He thrust the idea of giving in, of accepting the inevitable, oflearning to live with his altered physique away from him. I'm not thetype to give in, he told himself angrily. I'm a man! I'm a Gorean man!His eyes fell on the mirror that gave the lie to his thoughts.. She showed me the off/on switch too. I probably nodded; numbness had started to set in. She whispered some other encouraging words to me as Crystal went into her eighth song of the night. I certainly felt that everyone was on my side, now all I had to do was not screw up.At that point, Ellen stood on her toes and gave me a lovely kiss on my cheek. She whispered words of encouragement one more time. Wow! Where had that kiss come from? It seemed special in so many ways. She gave me a really. "Adam is new to our little get-together. I haven't explained to him yet about why we meet every month so maybe I should start with that." Hmm, okay, this seems interesting. Every month? I wondered. "Well, Adam, each of us is college-educated. Sharon is even a PhD. And each of us is single. I'm divorced, as you know, and so is Heather. Susan and Sharon have never been married." As she spoke, I was starting to wonder if this was some kind of 'invite that bachelor' party or something. "Also,.