by Closetdrsr

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Chapter Thirteen
 
 
We were just finishing up at work, when Susan called. They were about an hour away, just filling up at a gas station. She wanted to know if I wanted to come over for dinner, takeout being on the menu. I told her I'd be there around 5.30 and that I was looking forward to seeing her.

They were still unloading the camper van when I arrived. I helped with the unloading and then after dinner Susan and I sat on the back porch and told each other what had been going on during the past three weeks. I told her of my conversation with Samantha. I was a little worried that she'd be a little upset, or even jealous, but she wasn't. She took a more 'I told you so' approach.

Changing the subject, I asked about Saturday. It was July 4th, and I wondered what she had planned. She told me we were going to go into San Francisco and going out to a party. That was all she was going to tell me at the moment. I tried badgering her for more details, but she wasn't saying anything more. There was however a glint of laughter in her eyes.

Friday was much the same as Thursday in terms of working at the old folks home. On the way home, Sam inquired about what Susan and I were doing over the weekend. I told her that Susan was organizing something for Saturday, but wouldn't tell me what it was about. She was disappointed when I told her that whatever it was, it was in San Francisco.

After dropping Sam home, I stopped by Susan's. But she wasn't home. I rang her later that evening, and her mom told me she was out with an old friend, that had come to town. I was a little upset that she hadn't told me that she was going out.

Susan rang Saturday morning. I'll admit that I was probably a little 'short' with her, still being put out from last night, but if she noticed, she didn't bring it up. She said she'd be over early this afternoon, and that we'd be heading off to San Fran probably around five.

I finished my housework and laundry by mid day. I was playing Beatles Rockband on my Wii when Susan arrived. I'm not particularly good, but I like a lot of their music, although I have no idea what 'I am the Walrus' is actually about. Following Susan in was another girl, and very attractive. She was slightly taller than Susan, with long platinium blonde hair and a very curvaceous figure, accentuated by jeans that looked like they'd been sprayed on. When Susan introduced her as Ginger, I think my jaw hit the floor. My look of disbelief had them both in hysterics. This Ginger looked nothing like the Ginger from Susan's photos in her album.

After getting everyone a soft drink we sat in the living room. Ginger was in San Francisco for the week, having arrived yesterday. She had appointments with a couple of doctor and her psychologist next week about her transition and upcoming surgery. I was surprised that she was so open about it.

"Oh Susan has told me a lot about you, especially since she contacted me about her analysis of you" said Ginger.
"I hope you don't mind" said Susan, apologetically. "But I didn't want to make any mistakes and make you do something you didn't want to, and I had to talk to someone about you and Monica".
I gave her a hug.
"No, its ok" I said. "I understand. I'm a little shocked, but I'm glad it was someone like Ginger, who can understand."
Ginger joined the hug.
"I just know we'll all be great friends" she said.

We talked about a lot of things. Ginger was studying sex psychology and physiology in Chicago, and doing very well. She had been offered an study internship with a prominent doctor in the field. These were normally offered to the brightest of the post graduates, but Ginger had wow'ed her sponsor with some new thoughts on transgender biometric anomalies. She explained that this area of research was being undertaken by the department of homeland security. When I must have looked at her blankly, she took one of my hands and one of Susan's to explain.

"Ok, take a look at each persons hand" she said.
We did.
"What do you notice, similarities, differences" she asked.
"well, Susan's hand looks softer, and she has longer nails" I offered.
"Good, but obvious, what else?"
"My index finger is almost the same length as my middle finger, whereas Mike's looks the same as his ring finger. offered Susan.
"Very Good Susan, what about the palms" Ginger continued.
"Well, they're close to the same size, but Susan's fingers are longer than mine, so it makes her palm look smaller." I said.
"That's right." said Ginger. "If you compare a male and female body dimensions there are the obvious sexual differences. The hand is an easy one to identify. The male hand palm is typically squarer, and the fingers shorter in ratio by comparison to the female hand. When people say a boy has big hands, they typically refer to the palm mass. If a girl has big hands, its in relation to the fingers."

"Now Mike, you would be classified as having small hands. Your palm is longer than it is wider, but your middle finger is still shorter than your palm length. She said. Most boys have the middle finger ratio at about 80% of the palm. Mike, yours looks to be closer to 90%. Girls are between 90% and 100%

Ginger put her hand on the table.
"I'm a transsexual. Now look at my hands" She asked
We did. Her palm size was actually very similar to mine, but her fingers were longer, like Susan's, closer to the same length as her palm.

"Now look at the index finger and ring finger lengths. There is a lot of research in this area. Most boys have the ring finger significantly longer than the index finger. For Girls, the lengths are usually similar, or the index finger is longer. This is what they call the 2D:4D ratio."

We looked. My index finger was only slightly shorter than my ring finger, such that you couldn't really tell. Susan's and Ginger both had index fingers that were longer.

"The 2D:4D ratio is correlated to the amount of testosterone you received in the womb and shortly after childbirth. Now compare the middle finger to the ring finger?"

My ring finger wasn't that much shorter than my middle finger either, and neither was Susan's. Ginger's was a lot shorter.
"This ratio has been linked to mathematics prowess. I'm guessing you are both good at math. I unfortunately struggle a little." Ginger said.
"Cool" said Susan.
"Its measurements like these that make up biometric profiling. Obviously there will always be people that can not be categorized using one or two of them, but using multiple measurements can tell us a lot about a person. Transgendered people offer an additional insight to the differences in gender measurements. Now I'll never have hips like a real girl, but many of my other measurements are in the normal female ranges. Take the upper to lower arm ratio. Boys generally have a longer lower arm, girls have a longer upper arm."

I knew this one. My upper and lower arm lengths were basically the same, which was why I was good at swimming. I mentioned that.
"That's true", said Ginger, "and probably why you have some difficulty with ball sports, like baseball or lacrosse. Is that so?"
"Not that I've noticed, but I know I can't throw it as far as most boys I guess" I replied. "I always just thought it was because I was smaller than the others."
I laughed to try to make a joke of it.
"Anyway, that's the sort of stuff I'm studying" said Ginger, "along with the sex psychology which is also interesting".

We talked about that for a while as well. It was very interesting.

It was almost 3.00, when Ginger asked me, "So what are you wearing tonight Mike?"
"Well, I don't know where we are going, except to a party, and I think Susan is expecting Monica" I replied.
Ginger looked at Susan, and said "You didn't tell him?"
Susan shook her head.
"I was keeping it a surprise" she said.
"Well sorry Mike. I thought you sort of knew. I thought we'd go into San Fran and go to a club. They have a lot of Independence Day parties around the city, and I know of two that cater for 'girls' like me and you. And I'd like to meet Monica" said Ginger.
"And Ginger thinks it would be best if we just stay at her hotel for the night, that way we don't need to drive all the way back here in the early hours. We can have a Girls Night Out" said Susan excitedly.
"Umm, ok. But I'll need about an hour to get ready. I need to shave my legs and put stuff on." I said. "what should I wear?. I like the mini-dress."
"I was thinking the black Winter Dance dress for the club party" said Susan. "But you'll need to wear something else down to San Fran in the car. The mini would be good for that, and we can get changed at the hotel after dinner. The party doesn't start till 11 I think"
Ginger nodded her agreement.

"Ok, Mike, you go get ready. Ginger and i will go home and get my stuff and will be back around 4.00 to pick you up" said Susan.

After they left, I had a shower and shaved my legs and armpits and rubbed moisturizer all over. Then I put on my breastforms and sheath, and my favorite underwear. The purple Victoria Secret set. Next I put on a pair of fishnet pantyhose, and then started on my makeup. It had been awhile since I had done this, and it took me three attempts to get it right.
Finally I put on my mini-dress and the strappy black sandals. The only thing left to do was my wig, but I was having problems with the wig cap over my real hair. It had gotten quite long recently.

I was still struggling with it when Susan and Ginger arrived back. Ginger was still in her jeans, but Susan had dressed up and was wearing a mini-dress as well.
"Holy cow Mike, you look gorgeous" said Ginger when she saw me.
"Thank you, that means a lot from someone as pretty as you, but i prefer Monica when looking like this" I replied.
"Ok, Monica it is. Susan, we'll be needing a crowbar to keep the guys off of her tonight."

I explained I was having problems with my wig and hadn't finished packing yet. Ginger suggested that I forego the wig. After telling me to sit in a chair, she draped a towel around my shoulders and started to tussle my hair, and attacked it with a pair of scissors. I dreaded that she'd make it way to feminine, but she actually did a great job. She showed me that I could still wear it flat and combed back, and it would look ok for a guy, but fluffed out like this, it was a good girls cut as well.

Susan reminded me that Ginger had spent some time working in a hair salon last year.

When she was done playing with my hair, I packed the winter dress into a small overnight case. Susan asked if I had anything to wear to bed. When I looked at her blankly, she produced the babydoll and panties I'd worn at her place for me to wear. I added them, my meager makeup bag and a skirt and blouse for tomorrow to the case. Susan suggested I add a more comfortable pair of shoes and a change of underwear for tomorrow as well. After I had repacked everything I was lucky to be able to fit it all into my overnighter. I was amazed at how much stuff I was taking for one night. I could normally last a week as Mike on what I normally packed in that case.
Lastly I added my purse, making sure I had Monica's drivers license and my debit card.

We got underway just after 5.00. It was a long drive into San Francisco. We got into Ginger's hotel a little after 7.30. Her Hotel was the Marriott Courtyard down in the Fisherman's Wharf district. I was starting to get hungry and driving past all of the Seafood spots was making my mouth water. I had skipped lunch and had only nibbled on a couple of cookies during the afternoon.

When we got to Ginger's room, she started to undress in front of me. She was amused at my embarrassment. Luckily it was a two bedroom suite so I was able to go to the other room. She had a quick shower, and then got into a very pretty red dress. It wasn't as short as a mini-dress, but it fit her perfectly, and she had great legs. She put on some black pantyhose and then some red knee-high boots.

We walked across the road and looked around for somewhere to eat. Some of the places we looked at had 45 to 60 minute waiting times to get a table, Most of them were longer. At Cioppinos, an upmarket Italian seafood restaurant, we got a table straight away.
We all started with the clam soup and salad. I had the blackened snapper for my entree. Susan had the signature Cioppini, and Ginger had Linguine Aurora. It was all very delicious, and none of us had room for dessert although the lava cake looked enticing.

The food and service were amazing, and we had garnered the attention of two of the male waiters. Both were very attentive, and Ginger and Susan played up to them. I wasn't put out by Susans flirting, and even attempted to join in. It was almost 10 o'clock when we left the restaurant. We stopped off back at Ginger's hotel, and I got changed into Susan's Winter Dance dress. She got changed into her Prom dress. While we waited for a taxi downstairs in the lobby, we had several photos taken of us by the receptionist.

We got to the club just after 10.30. The queue to get in was rather long, but it wasn't that long of a wait. I felt very conscious of what I was wearing, since my back was fully exposed. But Ginger and Susan kept hugging me and helped me keep my confidence. The bouncer took a cursory glance at our id's and we were in. The place was just still a little empty, and the music wasn't too loud. We went toward the stairs and I discovered that there was another room upstairs. It was a little busier, and you could tell immediately that many of the girls weren't actually girls. The room upstairs was obviously themed for the CD/TG and Gay crowd. There were a lot of people dressed like Madonna from her Vogue stage, Cher, or the current role model Lady Gaga. We went back downstairs and made our way over to a table and sat down. Ginger went off to the bar and ordered three drinks.

My God the glasses were huge. Susan had a 'fluffy duck', Ginger a 'Ninja turtle' and I had a 'between the sheets'. Which was so strong that after three or four of them that's were I'd probably end up!.

By the time I'd finished my first drink, we'd had several guys come over to see if we wanted to dance. Ginger seemed to take charge and the first couple of guys she passed on. When the DJ had amped up the music about 11.15, she accepted an invite to dance. Susan and I followed her out onto the dance floor, but she was already dancing with the guy who asked her. Susan and I started dancing together when we were approached by several guys, and Susan allowed them to dance with us. I was a little unsure of myself at first, but the alcohol from the drink kicked in and soon I was bumping and grinding along with Susan and Ginger.

We took a breather just before midnight and I went to the bar to refresh our drinks. When I got back to the table, Ginger was playing tonsil hockey with the guy she'd danced with and Susan was chatting with another two guys. They politely let me in to sit next to Susan. Susan introduced them, Jake and Peter. Peter was obviously very interested in Susan and dominated the conversation with her. After a while, I got bored. Jake must have noticed, because he asked if I wanted to dance again.

For the next thirty minutes we bumped and ground to Lady Gaga, Black-eyed Peas, Katy Perry and my favorite new song, good girls go bad by Cobra Starship. After that a slower song came on. I went to head back to the table, but Jake held my hand and asked for a slow dance. I said just one.

He put his arm around me and took my hand in his. He didn't pull me in close. He just let that happen. He was a lot taller than me, and even with me in 5 inch heels i only just made it so I could see over his shoulder. After the song had finished, Onerepublic came on, so we stayed on the dance floor for another. When we finally made it back to the table, Susan was kissing Peter and Ginger has gone to the bar again. I was a little upset at Susan. I mean she was supposed to be my girlfriend.

I said loudly I needed to go to the girls room, and glared at her. She took the hint and excused herself from Peter.

"What are hell are you doing" I nearly screamed at her when we got to the queue outside the restrooms.
"Nothing. I was just having some fun, flirting" she responded.
"But you're my girlfriend. Why were you kissing him?" I demanded.
A couple of girls ahead of us tittered.
"Well, you seemed to be having fun with Jake" she replied.
"I was just dancing with him" I replied, "Not making out with him"

The girls in front of us went into the restrooms looking back at us smirking.
"Ok I'm sorry. But relax, have some fun. He means nothing to me. If you want to make out with Jake, I don't mind." she said.
I was confused at what she said. When the next two girls came out, I followed Susan into the restroom. After going to the toilet, we washed up and retouched our lipstick.
"What do you mean, you don't mind if I make out with Jake?" I asked.
"I mean, have some fun being a girl. He likes you. Be a tease like I showed you." she said.
"But I don't think he's even my type" I said.
"Oh, so you have a type now?" she laughed
"No, You know what I mean" I said
"Look, I'm not telling you to sleep with him, just have some fun with him, and let me have some fun with Peter. Later tonight, we'll laugh, and have some fun together."

We got halfway back to the table when Susan froze. She was staring over at the bar,
"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me." she spat.
"Whats wrong" I asked concerned, trying to identify what she was looking at.
"Over by the bar, next to the girl in the light blue, do you see?" she said pointing.
I tried to see, but all I could see was the girl in blue surrounded by a couple of guys with their backs to us.
"I'm sure it was Mark Rogers" she said. "You go back to the table and tell Ginger, I'll go take another look"
She headed off in the other direction, but not straight toward the girl in blue.
When I got back to the table, Peter asked where Susan was.
"I think she saw an old boyfriend" I responded, being a little catty.
"Oh" was all he said, but looked disappointed.
Ginger looked at me inquiringly. I sat down beside her and whispered "She thinks she saw Mark Rogers"
I was surprised at how much color drained from her face.
I wasn't the only one who noticed.
"What did you just say to her" asked Peter.
"None of your business" I snapped.
"No need to get bitchy" he replied
"Stop it both of you" said Ginger. "Mi...umm...Monica, where did Susan go."
"She went to see if it really was him" I replied. I looked back to where see where she had headed, and spotted her heading this way. "here she comes now".
Susan arrived back at the table, looking a little worried.
"So?" asked Ginger.
"It's him. He has a couple of guys with him I don't recognize, and a couple of girls." Susan replied.
Looking at me, she said "You must have done a bunch of damage to his hand because it's still in a cast"
"Who are you girls talking about" asked Jake.
"Just an arsehole we wish we didn't know" replied Susan. It was her turn to be a little snappy.
"Any chance he saw you?" I asked.
"I don't think so. Question is, what do we do?" Susan replied.
"I'm not going to do anything" I said. "If he wants to make a scene, let him. I'll call him what he is."
"I agree" said Ginger. "I think he'll be more afraid of us, than we are of him, if he even sees us."

We adjusted the seating so that Susan and Ginger were sitting together, and Peter was sitting next to Susan in the booth. Ginger had lost track of the guy she had been kissing earlier, but was searching the dance floor with her eyes. Jake and I sat on the outside of the table.

After about ten minutes of sitting around, Jake asked me to dance again. Just as we got out there, the music went slow again. Jake put his hand on my back and we danced.
"So can you tell me what that was all about?" asked Jake quietly.
"It nothing really. Susan saw a guy that we know, who caused us each a bunch of trouble" I said.
"This Mark guy, was he a boyfriend?" he asked.
"Umm, we went out a couple of times. He wanted me to be his girlfriend." I answered.
"Then why are you so angry? and what did you do to his hand?" he asked.
"I broke it, like I broke his nose. But I don't want to talk about it."
He looked at me, trying to figure out whether I was joking.

When we got back from the dance floor, Ginger had found her guy again, and Susan was making out with Peter. I could sense that Jake would like to be doing the same, but I couldn't get interested. Yes, I was annoyed at Susan, and I wanted to get back at her, but I didn't want to use Jake. So far, he had been a real gentleman and he didn't deserve it.

Ginger introduced Sal, the guy she was kissing. Meanwhile, Susan and Peter continued making out. To distract me from her behavior, I asked "So where are you from, Jake. I can't place the accent?"
"Originally? Just outside of Kansas City, but moved to Fort Collins, Colorado beginning of High School." he said.
"And now?"
"Just finished my first year at Stanford."
"Oh, cool. What are you studying?" I asked.
"Well, Biochemical engineering is likely to be my major, but I'd like to move into nanotechnology"
I nodded. They were cool fields of study.
"You?" he asked.
"Just outside of Sacramento. Chaparral High School." I responded.
"How old are you?" he asked, a little perplexed.
"17" I replied sheepishly.
"Fake id?" he asked.
"Real, but it was my sisters" I replied.
He nodded knowingly.
The music changed up, and he asked if I wanted to dance again. Looking across the table, Susan was still making out with Peter and Ginger with Sal. I said sure.

After the fourth song, the music went slow again. We stayed out on the dance floor, and let him pull me in a little closer.
"So, do you have a boyfriend back in Sacramento" Jake asked.
"No" I replied. "Susan's my girlfriend, although I'm really pissed at her at the moment"
"Girlfriend?, as in lesbian lover?" he asked.
"Umm, no, not really" I said, not sure whether I wanted to proceed the conversation in that direction.
He waited for me to say something more, and when I didn't, he seemed to ponder what I said.
"Just don't worry about it" I told him, resting my head on his shoulder.
We danced a couple more songs, when the DJ called Last Drinks, the bar would be closing in 15 minutes. I was surprised at how quickly the dance floor emptied. There were only another six or so couple dancing. At the end of the song we headed back to the table. Ginger and Sal weren't there.

I asked Susan whether Ginger had gone for drinks. She said no, Ginger and Sal gone outside for some fresh air and a smoke. She said that we'd probably be getting ready to go soon and that we'll meet her outside. Then she and Peter went out onto the dance floor, leaving Jake and I sitting at the table.

"Sorry you didn't have much fun tonight" I offered.
"Who said I didn't have any fun?" he countered. "I've met and danced with a very beautiful girl who has kept me intrigued all night. I have to admit that that hasn't happened in quite a long time."
I blushed.
"Thank you for being a gentleman then." I said.
"My pleasure" he replied. "Hey, want to swap numbers? Maybe next time you're in town, we can meet up?"
Seeing as I rarely ever get into San Fran, I thought why not.
I took my phone out of my bag, ready to enter his number. He pulled out his phone and touched it against mine and touched his screen a couple of times. My phone chirped once in response.
"What did you do?" I asked
"Just got your number" he replied. "cool eh, it uses blue-tooth to send the numbers back and forth. Open yours up and check out your address book. I'll be in there now."
I did, and there he was.
"Hey that's cool." I said.
He looked in his contacts. He looked at me sideways"
"Umm, why did it come through as Michael Deluane?" he asked.
"That's because, that's his name" said Susan behind me. She leaned over and hugged me.
My heart was thumping in my chest, and I started to tear up.
"I'm sorry Jake" I managed.
"You mean you're a guy" he asked incredulously. "No fucking way, you got to be kidding me. This cant be happening"
He got up and walked away from the table.
Peter was heading toward the table from the dance floor, and on seeing Susan nod toward his friend heading off, Peter went off after him.
"Come on, lets get you out of here" said Susan. She picked up her purse and shawl, and dragged me out.
"Why did you tell him that?" I asked, following her outside. "I was going to tell him the phone was under my dads name."
"You were breaking the first rule" she said as she pulled me toward the waiting line for taxis.
"What rule? I didn't do anything." I said. "I was just trying to do what you said I should do. Have fun and flirt. What did I do wrong?"
"You gave him your number. Don't you know anything?" she turned exasperated.
I looked at her blankly, still not on her page.
"For someone so bright, you can be really slow sometimes Monica. At places like this" she waved at the club, "its a meat market. Its only meant to be a one night thing. Never see or hear from anyone you meet again."
"Oh" I said as it clicked into place. "That's why you were making out, because it was a one night thing."
"That's right" she said. "It didn't mean anything."
"But what if you meet someone you really like?" I asked.
"You'd want to go out with someone you met at a place like this? I wouldn't!"

Susan saw Ginger and waved. Ginger gave Sal another kiss, and then headed over toward us. The wait for the taxi was only a couple of minutes, and soon we were back at the hotel.
"So, you both had a good time?" Ginger asked. She sat down to take off her boots.
"It was ok", I replied.
"I had fun" said Susan. "So where did you and Sal disappear to? Off for a quickie?"
"No, nothing like that, although Sal'd have liked that." she laughed. "No, Sal just needed a smoke, and we shared a blunt. Wasn't bad stuff"
"A Blunt?" I asked.
Ginger rolled her eyes at me.
"It's weed" said Susan. "A big joint, like a cigar"

Ginger stood up, and stripped off to her bra and panties, came and kissed each of us on the cheek, and said goodnight as she stumbled off into her room.
I looked at Susan, and she said Ginger will be wasted in the morning. She started to get undressed. I carefully took off the gown and hung it up.
I put the babydoll on and got into bed next to Susan. We talked for a short while. I told her I was confused by her actions tonight. But we fell asleep together, me spooned around her.

I half awoke to find we'd swapped places. Her hand was stroking my false womanhood which felt really nice. She was nuzzling the back of my neck and I could feel her boobs against my back. Her hand moved around to my anus, and she gently pushed her thumb inside me. I rolled over onto my stomach a little more, and that allowed her better access. Soon my hips were moving in time with her ministrations.
"Mmmm, that feels nice" I murmured.
"I know it does" But the voice wasn't Susan's. It was Ginger's.
"What the fuck" I screamed, rolling over to face her. There was an audible pop as her thumb came out quickly.
She was completely naked, her breasts firm, and the small aeroeles and nipples were hard. She had taken her sheath off, and her penis, though small was still engorged, She had removed all of her pubic hair and the scrotum was missing.

"I'm sorry" she started. "I didn't mean to frighten you"
"Where the hell is Susan" I asked, getting out of bed. She was pulling up the sheets to cover herself.
"She is taking a shower" she responded. I could now hear the shower in the other room.
"Why did you do that Ginger?. I thought you were Susan" I asked.
"I'm sorry. You were just laying there looking so cute. I just wanted a cuddle, but got carried away." She said looking sorry.
"Carried away is one way of putting it. What would you have done next? Put your thing into me?" I said, my voice starting to break because I was now crying.
"God no" she exclaimed. "I'm sorry. I was surprised that you responded the way you did, and it turned me on as well. But I'd never have done that."

The shower stopped next door, and Susan came in a few moments later. She paused and looked at me, then at Ginger in the bed.
"Umm, whats going on?" she asked.
"Nothing, just a misunderstanding" I replied and headed toward the bathroom.

When I had showered, I came back into the room. Ginger had gone to her room to get changed. Susan sat on the bed, and patted it, asking me to sit down next to her.
"Ginger's very sorry for what happened" she said. "She didn't realize what she was doing, and she didn't realize how new you are to this. I'm sorry too, for not explaining to her, and for making you uncomfortable last night"
She hugged me.
"The problem is, is that you make a damn good girl" she said. "It's too easy to forget that Monica isn't the only one in there."
"It's true" said Ginger, from the doorway. She was now dressed in her jeans and a blouse. "You are way more naturally feminine than I was even a year ago, and you are so new to this and only part time. There are a lot of real girls out there that would die to look and act like you, not to mention nearly all of the t-girls I've met."
"Thanks I guess" I said, and she came in for a group hug.

I was surprised to find out that it was almost 10.30 in the morning. My eyes stung when Ginger opened the curtains in the hotel room and let the sun in. After breakfast, we went into the city to do some window shopping, and after lunch, Ginger drove us back home.