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"	Gene's Story or How I Gained a Cousin < A novel by Karen Lockhart Copyright 2016

CHAPTER 43

Morning arrived with a lot of giggling coming from the spare, now Ginny's, bedroom. Good! My turn first in the shower. I'm not a rat, I showered as fast as I could, knowing Both Kevin and Ginny would want to use it. I wondered if they remembered their promise to allow me to use it first. No matter, I was able to get there first anyway.

As I sat with my coffee, I tried to think what was on tap for the week both at work and with the never ending story of Gene/Ginny. Work would be relatively easy with the pile drivers continuing to do their thing, with nothing else happening until they finish.

Now to my 'Cousin'. I had been doing reading online myself, and I had several questions for her and her doctors. Apparently, there is an almost permanent solution to the fear of exposure of the extra tackle Ginny still had.

One of these is the use of surgical adhesive, really Super Glue. The other possibility is a few stitches placed just so. Both of these allowed her to pee with no shifting of things around, and would allow Ginny to wear a bikini bathing suit without the fear that something would be exposed.

The information on line also said that you could pass inspection from a distance. Jeeze, what a topic to think about over morning coffee. Well I was going to bring it up when we got to work.

Kevin and Ginny entered the kitchen at this point.

“Hey, why the long face? I thought you loved to go to work in the morning.”

“I do Kevin, I do. It's just seeing a man in my kitchen at 6am. Why doesn't Ginny visit at your palatial manse for a change? Having a man here changes the way I live. You know, not having to be modestly dressed all the time.

“Sorry, if you don't want me here, I won't come by any more.” he said.

“That's not what I mean, I just like to lounge around my condo, without worrying about visitors after 9.00 at night. Call first next time please, that's all I ask.”

“Now it's time to go, or I'll be late for work and have to dock myself. Ginny c'mon, get into the car. Kevin, give her a kiss and git!”

Kevin git, allowing me to lock my door. Ginny decided to use her car and unlocked the passenger door for me.

We followed Kevin down the road until Rte 129; he turned west on Easter Avenue while Ginny and I continued along Rte 1A, Lynn Shore Drive to the Nahant Rotary, and then the Michael Carrol highway, made the U-turn and pulled onto the job site.

We beat the pile drivers by five minutes.

After we had our coffee, and got the subcontractor squared away, I called Ginny into my office.

Ginny realized something was up, so sat quietly waiting for me to start.

“You realize you will be dressing like this until you get approved for the surgery. That could be at least another six months. Are you comfortable with your homemade gaff?” I asked. “Are you aware of a couple of alternatives to what you're doing, like glue or stitches?”

“Not really. Where are you going with this? Surgery?”

“Ginny relax, nothing that extreme,” I laughed. “I'm just support, you are the pre-GCS woman. I thought you would still be surfing the web for information, like I am.”

She took a deep breath, “Well I have heard of stitching to keep the penis up and back, but glue?”

“Okay, this is what I've read,” I said as I was calling up the web site. “In a doctor's office, you lay back, your testicles are massaged into pockets, then the penis is folded back, and then the remaining flesh of the scrotum is glued together with surgical glue. This holds everything in place, with the appearance of a vagina. You then sit to pee and are able to wear thongs and bikinis. You can throw away those gaffs of yours.”

“I understand you have the appearance of a camel's toe,” Ginny said.

That's all I needed, I was close to it anyway, My face turned bright red with embarrassment.

“Oh, look at you, Rudolph's going to be jealous.” she said. “Yes, I've heard of this method now, but only in stories on the Big Closet site. I guess it must be true so many writers use it in their stories.”

“Let me look it up. This may take a minute, hold on. See, there's a whole bunch of do-it-yourself methods. If I look hard enough, I'll find the site where a doctor's assistance is a good idea.”

Ginny was thoughtful for a moment, then laughed, “I saw it, but I don't believe it, I think having three hands is necessary for that method. I'd definitely see a doctor for this.”

“Did you have a site on stitches?”

“Yeah, let me give it a try, I think this is the better way. Damn! For some reason all I come up with are tucking with tape or crazy stuff,”

“I bet you have to go to a medical site,” Ginny said. “Why don't I ask the doctor about that when I next see her.”

“That is without a doubt the smartest thing you've said today,” I replied.

Ginny gave me a sheepish look. “About Kevin, I got carried away, and really pushed the envelope with him. It's wrong to have him stay over when it's really your home, I'm just a guest there, and I'll start acting more like it.”

“Oh Ginny, thank you, but I want you to feel it's your home too. It's just I'm tired and all I see is Kevin; I can't sit in a robe, at night all I hear is moans and screams, from you I hope, it's too much in a small condo. You have to cool it, girl.”

“From now on, I'll have wild sex at Kevin's, that way my room is still neat too.”

The last part of that caused me to start giggling, pretty soon Ginny started too.

Wouldn't you know it, the head pile-driver chose to walk in. He looked at us and politely asked if someone had died. That got us going again.

The rest of the week sped by. Soon it was TGIF time. I called out to Ginny, “Why don't you call Tina, we'll go for an early dinner, then a movie. If it gets out early enough we could have a few drinks before heading home.

An hour later, she stuck her head into the office and said “It's on, Tina will pick us up at 6.30.”

We locked up and flew home. We had a quick wash and did some 'going out' make-up, you know, not smoldering, but still better than usual.

At exactly 6:30pm a horn beeped out front, and there was Tina in her little red Mercedes.

We locked up and got in the car. I rode in front with my long legs. Ginny sat behind Tina, that way she had more room. The car was cute, but it had no interior room.

By mutual agreement, we went to the Outback in Peabody as this put us closer to the movie theater. Tina and I had a steak smothered in onions, Ginny had roasted chicken breast with asparagus, and we all had a salad.

We decided not to go to a chick flick, instead, we went to the new James Bond movie with the guy with the muscles. It was a typical 007 movie, OTT in action and violence, but entertaining. Tina suggested having a drink at the China Sales in Salem, and we both agreed.

Over a couple of cosmopolitans the subject of her father came up. Ginny and I were curious where he was. Tina laughed. “He's out fishing on his boat. That where he goes to think, I don't know if he even has fishing gear aboard.”

Ginny's and my curiosity leaped up. We started to pump her for information on the boat. Turns out it was a 28 foot Stamas, setup for fishing. He kept it at the Point of Pines Yacht Club in Revere. We asked if she was going to return home in the future.

Tina thought a moment. ”I've been asking myselt that same question the last couple of days. I suppose I will, but not for a while. As long as my place remains secret from him, I'll hold on to it. That way I won't come bursting in on you two.”

“Tomorrow's Saturday, do you want to ride up with us? We have plenty of room?” I offered.

That's a great idea Ellen, what time do you want to leave?” she asked.

“Our lesson is at 11am, if we leave at a quarter to ten we should be there in plenty of time.“

“Okay then I'll walk over by 9.30, and I'll get coffee for the ride.”

Ginny spoke up. “Why not park your car here? If your dad's watching he won't see you cross the street.”

“Good idea, I'll do that, Which car will we take?”

I spoke up. “The Explorer, it's the biggest, with more room in the back.”

We left the Chinese restaurant in very good spirits.

Many thanks to Bronwen Welsh for her help in correcting typos and punctuation