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Andrea Standing (part 2 of Andrea's Stand) A note at the beginning. One of the problems with writing a serial story is that the author feels a need to recap what happened in the prior portions. Please go back and read part 1, "Andrew Running". It will make this a better story. Briefly Andrew at 19, abused by his father, runs away to a distant relative, Aunt Clara. Andrew goes along with a joke played by Clara's lover Marnie, and ends up as Andrea working in Marnie's luxury used car shop. At the end of the story Andrew's father dies but Andrew decides to continue living as Andrea for a while. Chapter 1: Loose Ends After my father died Aunt Clara and I moped around the house for a day. I wish I had gone to work but my boss, and her lover, Marnie insisted I take the day off. A couple of times we tried to start conversations but neither of us could make a go of it. I felt guilty because I couldn't mourn for Carl. He had beaten me and abused my mother. When she died he treated it as an inconvenience and then he died blindly running across a street to beat me up when a car hit him. Clara felt guilty for some reason I couldn't figure out. She hated Carl and he hated her but now she was in the dumps. She suggested I leave off being Andrea and live as Andrew again. After all I had only lived as Andrea for about two weeks and she and Marnie could find me another job. I thought about it and decided that I wanted to try being Andrea for a while longer. I liked being the opposite of the trailer trash kid who worked in a junk yard. I was struggling with some of the problems of being Andrea, such as how to finally have sex with a girl if I was dressed as one, but going back to being a boy seemed too depressing. It was a relief when Wednesday morning arrived. The alarm rang and I looked over the clothes Clara and I had laid out. After going to the bathroom and washing up I carefully applied the two little pancakes of foam that hinted at breasts and began to dress. Because I was wearing a rather full skirt I pulled on cotton panties followed by tan pantyhose. It hid what little I had well enough. I put on a white camisole that was almost a low cut t-shirt and then a square necked blouse. The blouse was white with large black spots and while I cringed at how loud it seemed I had to admit it looked good with the black skirt. When I finished dressing, Aunt Clara had breakfast going and we looked at the paper and arranged the day. Then she went to get dressed and I cleaned up in the kitchen. Because her office opened at 8:30 and Marnie's place at 10:00 I went to Clara's office first and sat reading fashion magazines until she drove me to work. Hildy and Susan, Aunt Clara's front office staff, jumped up to hug me and tell me how sorry they were to hear about my father. Aunt Clara rescued me by explaining that we had not been close. The same scene occurred at MJ Classic Motors and Marnie told me that if I had to take time off to handle family business she would understand. That week passed in fits and starts. I had to speak to the county attorney, who decided that my father had died in an accident and no further investigation was required. Then I spoke to Clara's lawyer who took care of the immediate details, such as what to do with Carl's body. It was sitting in his office that he raised a detail I hadn't thought about. "Tell me Andrea, do you know if your father had any other relatives?" I shrugged and said I had never heard of any. "Well, if you approve, I will take a look to see if he had a lawyer, left a will and what will become of the estate." "Estate? He owned a junk yard and a leaky trailer." "It's a legal term. You never know, there could be money, or maybe the land the junkyard is on is worth something. May I act in your interests?" Almost a year later the estate was settled and after back taxes, debts, clean up fees, fines, environmental penalties and everything else, I received about twelve thousand dollars. Before the property was sold I also gritted my teeth and went back to the trailer and retrieved a few books, a picture of my mother and a cheap print she liked. The week stumbled along and I found my rhythm again. There were high points and low points. Every day I got to know the people at MJ Classic Motors better and learned who the characters were. Phil, the head mechanic, was the good old boy who flirted with everybody, always had a joke but ran a very good service unit. Tuck, who did the detailing of the cars, was slow, had a speech defect but still had a gentle wisdom that the others listened to. JoAnne the part-time receptionist (I was the full time receptionist) was caustic, bitter but knew her job. Susan, the business manager ran a tight ship but was always ready to help out. In time the others changed from faces and names to people with families, characters and histories. The first day back to work was a Wednesday, quite busy and I had to run out to the lawyers in the middle of the day. When Aunt Clara picked me up I was ready to go home. She had shopped on the way to MJs and the back of the van had grocery bags. We talked a little and then Aunt Clara told me of some plans. "I am inviting some friends over for drinks Friday evening. It will be snacks, light dinner and the like. I know you feel nervous about this but you still need to make an appearance. My friends know that my niece is staying with me and they want to meet you." "Oh God." I heard the short intake of breath and kicked myself. Aunt Clara was very religious and frowned on cursing and using the name of God. "Sorry." "Yes Andrea. You won't be on display. Come in, have something to eat, meet people and after a while you can just fade away. I think it will be small. I'll invite some neighbors, the Drexlers they live two doors down, Marnie will be there of course and probably Mike Small who is a local developer and very amusing. If the Millers across the street can make that will be nice but they are usually busy. If you want we can shop for another outfit for you or you can wear whatever you wore to work." Then my aunt laughed. "You not off the hook yet. Marnie is having people over for lunch and she'll want you to come to that as well. It's after church and I don't think we can get out of it. It will be crowded, noisy and we can leave after an hour or so." I just nodded and stayed silent. Aunt Clara was right. I had to be seen and get used to being seen. It seemed so long ago that I ran from home and became Andrea but it was barely three weeks. Looking in the mirror I wasn't fooled and a few people seemed to have guessed I was not a girl. Generally though, I was persuasive. I looked the part of a tall, very skinny, awkward young woman just reaching adulthood. We made dinner and as we were beginning desert the phone rang. Aunt Clara picked it up, looked at me with surprise and then said, "Who may I say is calling?" My first thought was that Jimmy, a boy from a local hardware store was calling me and I groaned because he seemed to be anxious to get to know me better. He came to help when Carl was attacking me so I couldn't just brush him off. He was nice but I had no desire to spend my time fending off a horny teenager. "Andrea, it's Maria." I had to think for a second and then went over to take the call. Maria was a girl my age who, with her friend Tracie, was always jogging around the neighborhood. We had waved at each other a few times and then I bumped into them at a local coffee shop and the three of us sat together. Maria began looking closely at me and I was worried that she might be working out that an Andrew was hiding under the hair and makeup. Fortunately a young man had come over and began flirting with them and I was able to fade into invisibility. I took the call and listened as Maria told me about her classes at the community college, a boy she had met, what Tracie had said to another boy and then finally catching her breath said that she and Tracie were planning to hit the mall Saturday afternoon and did I want to join them. I asked if she could wait, put the phone on hold, consulted with Aunt Clara and then agreed. The two girls would pick me up around 12:30 and then head to Targets which was having a sale, and then "just wander to see what else we want." When I put the phone down I just stared at Aunt Clara. "I've just agreed to go shopping for clothes and wander a mall." "Good. That's what women do; or at least some of them. I try to avoid it." "Yes, but Maria was looking really closely at me when we had coffee together last week." Clara just gave me a rueful grin. "You said you wanted to stay on as Andrea. You have to take risks with pleasures." "Yeah." "Try not to say "Yeah" my dear. It sounds coarse and masculine. You'll need some money because you don't have a credit card. Remind me. " I thanked her and helped clean up the dinner dishes. Aunt Clara settled down with a magazine and music played in the background. I thought about Maria and Tracie and what they were doing with their lives. "Aunt Clara, I'll be using the computer, OK?" I went to the computer and brought up the website of the community college. It was the middle of the term and I noted the dates for enrolling in a course for the spring term (which started in January and therefore I thought should be called the winter term). Nosing around the site I found a series of courses titled "Late Fall and Adult Courses. There were a number of six week courses. I read and thought, looked at the calendar and printed out some pages. That night as I lay in bed I thought about school. My father had always sneered at school and academic achievement wasn't rewarded. The two biggest highlights of high school were hitting a home run for the JV basketball team and actually getting to touch a girl's breast while making out. It seemed strange to be considering taking a class now. I wondered if I would have any problems registering as Andrea. The next day was a red letter day and it still resonates now. I was sitting at the front desk sorting through some papers when Susan came up. "Congratulations Andrea" she said dropping an envelope on my desk. I looked up in confusion and Paul, the salesman, passing by, looked over and joked about me buying him a drink after work. Still bewildered I opened the envelope and looked at my first paycheck. I had started mid-cycle so it wasn't a lot of money and the taxes taken seemed to be an unfair amount, but it was money. $408.03 isn't much but I could open a bank account now. I could buy things without begging from Clara. I smiled at Susan. Then I had a thought and got up and walked over to Marnie's office and knocked on the door. She looked up and I smiled and held up the envelope. "Thanks Ms. Jarman. Thanks a lot." Marnie signaled me and motioned me to shut the door. "Have you got a moment? OK. I know that Clara suggested you might go back to being Andrew. If you want to, then we will help you. I'd like some warning to find a replacement here. Clara and I both like having Andrea around but don't make us the reason for how you live." I felt choked up and nodded. Then I caught my breath. "No, I want to be Andrea for me. I'm glad you and Aunt Clara like it, but this is something I am doing for me. I can't say this to Clara but Carl really fucked my life up and I'm rebuilding and I am damned if I am going to be something I don't want to be." Marnie was signaling me to quiet down and I realized I had raised my voice. "Oh, sorry." "It's OK. Will you be coming over with Clara on Sunday?" "Yes." "Good, now get back to work Andrea, oh... you are very welcome." Chapter 2: Defining a Life On Friday Marnie drove me home and we helped Clara set up for the evening. I had expected something special but they just put out a couple of different cheeses, fruit, wine, small sandwiches and neatened the place up. Both of them looked me over and decided I was dressed acceptably. The evening was fine once I relaxed. The Drexlers were nice and said hello. Then they spent the rest of the evening talking about the renovations they were doing on their house. Mike Small talked cars with Marnie and part way through I excused myself and went into the third bedroom to use the computer and read. When the evening started to break up I came out and said goodbye. Then Marnie, Clara and I cleaned up and sat in the living room. "Marnie, Aunt Clara, I've been looking at some courses at the community college. They have these six week courses starting in a few weeks and I thought I'd take one." Both of them women enthusiastically jumped into the conversation, assured me that I would not have to pay for myself, congratulated me on making the decision and then sat stunned when I asked if they thought I'd have problems enrolling as Andrea Dade. "Gee, I haven't thought about that. I don't know. Clara, your lawyer is handling Andrea's affairs, can he help?" Clara just nodded her head. I could see that somehow I had really shocked them. I listened for a moment as they tried to come to grips with my question. "Hey, Aunt Clara, Marnie, what's up? I just asked about how to enroll. I mean my license says Andrew not Andrea, is it that big a deal?" Marnie managed to speak first. "I think it is Andrea. I think you just smacked us with some reality. I don't know if this really is the right thing. Just think about all the complications and...." "Stop." I must have almost shouted because they both looked at me in shock. "Stop. I've been through this. We've been through this. I am Andrea and I am not changing. Maybe at some point I will but not now. Not now. Not..." I got up and walked out of the room and went into the bathroom to catch my breath. I leaned my head against the cool tile and counted slowly. When the junk yard teenager subsided I walked out again and sat down. "Aunt Clara, Marnie, please listen to me. Maybe I became Andrea for the wrong reasons. Maybe my reasons for continuing are wrong but I am not changing. Please don't push me on this." Clara took a deep breath and then changed the subject to getting me set up with a bank account on Saturday morning. I reminded her I was going shopping in the afternoon and we worked out times. Then Marnie made a suggestion and upset the three of us again. "Well, if you are going to start classes in the evening you'll need a car. I'll have Paul find something used and MJs will purchase it. You can use it for your own and during the day it will be another company vehicle." Clara stepped in and took the position that I had to earn some things myself (despite the fact that she had been buying my clothing and wasn't going to ask me to repay her) and that I could use the busses and her van. I sat back and watched the interplay and as if someone popped a strobe in front of me I had a realization which stunned me. Marnie's role in the triangle was the masculine one. She was the NASCAR loving guy who gave gifts to the daughter, found a job for her and didn't work too hard on parenting. Clara was the mother. She took the daughter to church, showed her how to cook and shop and bothered about the clothes and issues of responsibility. Both said that I had to make decisions and together they would swamp me if I didn't take a stand. This time I let them hash it out and Marnie won on the issue of a car, Clara won on something I could not define and as I lay in bed that night I could hear them making love across the hall and tried to remember if I ever saw my parents demonstrating any kind of affection. On Saturday morning we went to the bank and sat with the manager who handled the finances for Aunt Clara's business. There was a little bit of explanation and I ended up with a checking account in the name of Andrea Dade. They said that in a short while they would figure out how to handle a credit card. Back at the house Clara started to teach me how to use the account but I told her that I handled a lot of the books for my father. I didn't mention that I helped him fix the books to show more expenses and less income to fool the IRS. A few minutes before 12:30, the doorbell rang and I introduced Maria to Aunt Clara. They spoke for a bit as I grabbed my jacket and then I kissed Aunt Clara on the cheek and climbed into Maria's car and we headed to the mall. As Maria drove she told me that Tracie had called to say she was stuck caring for a neighbor's kid. Then Maria looked closely at me and then back at the road. "You look better now. That was an ugly bruise. What happened?" Relieved to hear that she had been looking at my bruise earlier, not trying to figure out if I was really a girl, I let down my guard. "My father hit me." "What?" From there it was easy to make up a bare bones story. Most of the facts were true, though I left my father alive and out of state. It explained why I was living in Williston, why I had almost no money and why I was so awkward (controlling father, no social life, no money). At the mall Maria took me in tow and we hit shoe stores, jewelry stores and finally Target. Clara made sure I had more than a hundred dollars in my wallet and as Maria moved around I followed her and picked up and looked at clothes. By saying that my father had controlled everything in the family and denied me a social life I had hit on the perfect story. My awkwardness or lack of knowledge was now my father's fault not a matter of me not being female. I mentioned I had a Sunday afternoon party and Maria decided I needed a dress. As we pawed through the racks I regretted that Tracie hadn't come. Maria was obviously the smarter of the two but Tracie had a firm backside and nice breasts that I had been dreaming about. Somehow I had to have sex before I died and what seemed like a difficult task as Andrew was becoming an impossibility as Andrea. Maria stood up holding a black lace dress. "This would look great on you. It just shouts "gimme a tall thin body" let's try it on." I looked at the dress and tried to decide if she was right or nuts. The shape was simple enough with a square neck and wide shoulder straps. But it was composed of layer upon layer of lace. Each layer by itself was transparent but together they were opaque. I nodded. "What size are you?" I remember Clara talking about it. "Oh I'm a six." "You lucky bitch, I'd kill to get down to an eight. OK here, try it on." "I don't know Maria, it's pretty short and, well, uh can you see through it?" "No, it's great. It's gonna look great on you." Stepping out of the dressing room I waited for alarm bells to ring but all I heard was Maria telling me how hot I looked and asking if there were going to be any guys at the party. I checked the price tag and decided that on sale for $39.99 I would take it home and get Aunt Clara's approval. Maria bought a couple of tops and then insisted that I had to have heels with the dress and pulled me into the Shoe Barn where we found a pair of two inch heels that didn't hurt too much. After that I sat while Maria looked at shoes she didn't intend to buy and then we wandered the mall some more. Part way through Maria took my arm and I felt awkward walking that close to her. My head was saying "she is just being a girl out with a friend" my loins were shouting "wow it's a girl, maybe a bit plump but she's right next to you and you can see right down her blouse." Somehow I got through it. We bumped into a crowd of Maria's friends and had coffee. I smiled, talked a little, and was eyed by one guy who came over and sat by me. Then we drove home and I listened while Maria told me about Kevin who seemed to like me a lot. Back at home Maria dropped me off and said she had to run. She leaned out the car window, exposing a lot of breast, made me promise to call her and tell her how the dress went over and zoomed off. Inside I hung up my jacket and found a note from Clara saying she'd be back around 5:00. I went into my bedroom, took off my clothes and looked at the bags from the mall. I was wearing a tight pair of control panties but they were white so I changed into a black pair and pulled on some pantyhose. I was already wearing a black camisole so I pulled the dress on and managed to button the two buttons in the back without completely wrenching a shoulder. Then I stepped into the new shoes and swung open the closet door. I stood for a moment and then turned from side to side looking at myself in the mirror. I felt awkward because the dress seemed very short. I could also see the top of the camisole above the neckline I tried to step back mentally and look at the girl in the mirror. Yes, she looked good. In high school I wouldn't have laughed at her even if big breasts were the real criteria of beauty in my male mind. As I was looking I heard the front door open and Aunt Clara called out. "Andrea can you help me with this bag?" I went out as fast as I could in the new shoes and grabbed the large bag from her helping her into the room. I tossed it on the couch and turned to see her looking me up and down and smiling. She signaled me to turn around and I did. "Is this OK?" "For what, for work no, for a party yes. Did you select it?" "No Maria picked it out. Can I wear it tomorrow?" "Well you will be a little overdressed but it would make Marnie very happy. Turn around again. Hmm, you need different hose and the camisole won't make it. You need to either go with nothing or a brassiere." "Uhh, Aunt Clara, I don't have anything to put into a brassiere." Clara smiled, "you and a lot of other women, particularly young ones. Well it's back to the mall I'm afraid but I'll tell you what, we can go shop now and have Indian food afterwards. OK? Go change into something casual and we'll leave." Fortunately the trip to the mall was quick. Aunt Clara bought me two pair of virtually invisible black pantyhose and then took me into Macy's to look at brassieres. She eyed me up and down until I was really uncomfortable and then taking two bras she led me to the changing room. It was bad enough then but worse when she walked in with me and made me take off my top. I stood there blushing and almost in tears as Clara in a matter of fact fashion ignored me and made me put on first one bra and then the other. "OK, it's this one. Oh honey what's wrong? Put on your top. I'm sorry I forgot you're..., well, oh dear..., just give me the bras and get dressed." As we drove to the Indian restaurant I thought about the bag in the back. Clara had insisted I get one black, one white and one light blue bra. Now she was quiet as she drove the van. "I am sorry Andrea. I got carried away. Women do help each other try things on and I honestly forgot for a moment." "It's alright." "No it is not. I said once I would never intentionally embarrass you. It was not intentional but I did overstep the bounds. I am sorry. Oh..." "What?" "Nothing really. We still haven't purchased you pajamas." At dinner I told her about shopping with Maria. I explained how telling about Carl hitting me had provided a good story. I left out the details of me getting sexually turned on and my issues about sex. I did raise one important point. "I've made a decision. Carl may have been a real ba.. really nasty and hurt me and Mom, but I will not play the victim. I was hurt, I'll get over it, I'm moving on." Clara looked at me and gave me a big smile. "Great Andrea. The only good woman is a strong one." Chapter 3: A Common Experience After church we came home and changed for Marnie's party. In Clara's case it meant getting out of a nice dress and putting on casual slacks. In my case it meant getting more dressed up and I started to regret my choice in clothing. I pulled on the black pantyhose and then tried to get into the brassiere. Somehow I could not master the clips and shoulder straps and admitting defeat had to ask Aunt Clara for help. I turned my back and stood there humiliated as she guided my hands to the back. Then after I was clipped in she explained how I could put it on backwards, clip it, slide it around and shrug on the straps. Maybe her matter of fact attitude helped but I calmed down as we talked. When she left I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror. The black bra had satin cups with a little padding and unless you looked closely you couldn't detect the edges of the foam pads they held. I was a pretty girl with all too visible ribs dressed in a black bra and pantyhose. As a younger kid I would have done anything to have glimpsed me through a window in the trailer park. I shrugged and got back to the task at hand. I pulled the dress over my head and shook it out. This time it was easier to find and secure the buttons. Then I brushed my hair and applied a little bit of eye shadow, some blusher and lipstick. Finally I put on my shoes and walked around a little. Walking into the living room I sat on the couch paying special attention to keeping my dress gathered properly and not flashing the stereo cabinet. I waited for Clara to come out and she had me stand up and turn. She looked at me critically and taking me into the bathroom showed me how to put on a little more eye shadow, commenting that the dress needed it, not me. "You need a nicer coat, a better pocket book than that nylon bag and some jewelry. Go into my bedroom and take the necklace off the rack, the one I loaned you last week. Then we have to get going." I struggled into the van trying not to show off my underwear to the world and began to appreciate why Marnie almost never wore a dress or a skirt. Clara had handed me the keys and I fought with the pedals in my two inch heels. Somehow we got to Marnie's place without crashing. I assumed that Marnie would live in a house like Clara did but instead she had a nice apartment in a new building downtown. We were among the first there and Marnie gave me a big hug and a kiss and told me how good I looked. Then I got to look around for a few minutes. I was just starting to look at the pictures of cars on the walls when I was drafted into carrying trays of food from the kitchen. When I was done Marnie started to offer me a beer, Clara gave her an icy look and I accepted a ginger ale. The guests started coming in and I saw the different worlds Marnie and Clara lived in. At Clara's in the evening people drank wine, ate cheese and talked. At Marnie's the stereo was turned up, people drank beer and shouted across the room. Clara was deep in conversation with two men dressed in identical leather outfits and Marnie was looking at pictures on the computer with some people and laughing. I could tell that Clara's "we can leave after an hour or so" was a lost cause. I snacked on food listened into conversations and ended up sitting on a stool watching the crowd. While I was sitting there a man came and leaned against the wall next to me. We looked at each other for a moment and I smiled and turned my attention back to the crowd. "Hi, my name's Pat. So how are you connected with this crew?" I was surprised to be talked to as I was the youngest in the room by at least ten years. "Oh I work at Marnie's shop." "Yeah, MJ's, a great place. What's your name? "Andrea." "I was wondering. Anyway compared to the rest of this bunch you look like you are dressed for the ball. Nice dress too." "Thanks." I was starting to get uncomfortable as he moved closer to me and I could feel the heat radiating from him. "So where do you live?" I mumbled something about living with my aunt. "We could get the dancing going, how about it." With that he grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the floor. I pulled back and he kept a grip on my wrist. "Hey relax kid I just want to dance." He came close and draped an arm over my shoulder. I stepped in to him and with my left hand jabbed him hard below the ribs and he dropped his hand and stepped back mouth open. The room was suddenly silent and everyone was staring at us. I looked at him rubbing his side. "No thanks." I said and sat back down. He said something under his breath and as he walked away I could see from the stumble that he must have more than a few beers. Clara quickly came over followed by Marnie. "Are you OK?" "Yeah, I mean yes, I'm fine. He'll be sore tomorrow. I think he drank a bit too much. Oh..." I looked up because Pat was coming back, this time with a very grim looking woman by his side. He stood there for a second and she nudged him hard. "Look I am sorry. I think I, I mean, well I shouldn't have grabbed you, it's the..." "Sorry Marnie, and sorry, uh right, Andrea. I'm taking Pat home." When the couple left Marnie looked at me with raised eyes. "No matter how sore you made him feel, Becky will make him feel a whole lot worse." "Who is she?" "Hah, Becky? She is his wife and he is going to regret it tonight. Do you want to go now?" I thought about it for a minute. "No, I'm fine." I was starting to enjoy myself mingling with the people and began to talk cars with a couple of the people when Clara came over. She stood and listened for a few minutes and then indicated it was time to leave. I looked at the clock on the wall and was shocked to see that we had been there almost three hours. I said my goodbyes and grabbed my jacket and followed Clara to the van. When we were outside Clara leaned against the wall and started laughing. "What's so funny?" "You are and we are. You sat on the stool looking so innocent and then you bashed Pat. Oh and he did deserved it. Then we come running over all worried and you look at us calmly as though all you had done was turn down a drink." I nodded and pointed at the van. By the time I was seated I was laughing as well. Clara drove home and we talked about the people at the party as we pulled into the driveway I said that I had never grabbed someone like that when I was Andrew. "Well it's a common enough experience. You handled it well though, especially in that crowd. Maybe you should take a martial arts class. It was a good party. I enjoyed myself. Let's get changed, relax and have a late supper." I learned that Sunday evening was the one evening when Clara always watched TV and she sat engrossed in a historical drama while I read a magazine. After a while I put it down and browsed the books on her shelves. "Try the Just So Stories. It's a slim red book. They were written for children but only adults can really appreciate them". I found the book and spent the rest of the evening learning how the elephant got his trunk and the camel his hump. After I showered and got into bed I propped myself up with a pillow and went on reading. Until then my only reading had been for school and I had been bored. Kipling played with words and rhythms and I found myself repeating "the great grey-green greasy Limpopo River all spotted 'round with fever trees" and rolling the words on my tongue like candies. Finally my eyes grew too tired and promising myself I would read about the crab that played with the sea and about the rhinoceros and his skin on another day. I turned off the lights and fell asleep not to stir until morning. At work the next day Marnie asked me again about the party and I told her, honestly, that really enjoyed it. Then I settled down to work trying to find enough to keep me busy on a slow Monday. Paul came by and joked with me asking if I wanted a Corvette or a Ferrari. Tuck said hello and Phil came by and flirted in his friendly and non- threatening way. I was glad to go home because a book waited for me and after dinner I finished the tales and asked if Clara had anymore books by Kipling in the house. She didn't and we made plans to get me a library card which raised again the issue of my identification. Then with a book of short stories by James Thurber I settled down to read and laugh and wonder at the magic words could have in the hands of skilled author. On Tuesday I decided that there was a particular twist to fate. If I was wearing a skirt, particularly my shorter one, that was the day I had to take the truck on an errand. Even at five foot nine, climbing into a Ford 250 requires showing a lot of leg and I am sure that the guys at the service building enjoyed the view. Marnie asked me to take the truck to a tire warehouse and pick up some tires that had just come in and she didn't want to wait for a delivery. I climbed into the cab, ignored the whistles from to mechanics and drove the ten or so miles to the store. I enjoyed being alone and it was fun seeing the looks I got. Here I was, a girl in a skirt climbing in and out of a F250 SuperDuty. I did my best to keep my skirt under control but there are limits. At the tire store I put up with the standard joking, turned down a serious invitation to go drinking after work, signed for the tires and drove back to MJs Classic Motors. Getting there I had to park to the side because a delivery van was there. I watched the driver load cartons onto his hand truck and bring them in where Phil signed for them. Then I handed Phil the keys to the truck and got back to work. My cell phone rang and Clara asked if I needed anything from the supermarket because she was leaving the office early. I chased a couple of kids off the Rolls Royce while their parents ignored them and looked at a Jaguar. I answered phones, made copies, greeted people and the day went by. At home that night I completed the enrollment form for the community college reserving a place in a basic English Literature course on essays. Clara used her credit card to make the payment and told me I had to sit down with Mr. Appleton, her lawyer, to discuss issues about identity. The rest of the evening was finishing the book by Thurber and hunting through the bookcases for other short story and essay collections. I also called Maria and told her about signing up for a class and agreed to meet her and Tracie at the Caf? on Friday. Waking up the next day the first thing I saw was a stack of books by my bed and I jumped out of bed feeling good about the world. Feeling daring I pulled out a sweater that Clara had bought me but I had not yet worn. It was made of a thin cable knit fabric. It was black, clingy and had a zipper in the front with large exposed metal teeth and a big silver ring. After I washed up and put on the foam pancakes I pulled on the tightest briefs, a pair of closely tailored slacks and then the sweater. What little shape I had was displayed and I looked in the mirror in shock. "Wow. Jesus, if that walked down the hall at me I would have dropped my books." Andrew took over and for a good two minutes I just stared. Hearing Clara moving around I shook myself back into reality and went out for breakfast. Aunt Clara gave me a long look over her coffee and I felt myself becoming defensive. She swallowed, gave me another look and then spoke. "What you are wearing is acceptable. However you do realize that you are also sending a signal?" "I think so. Maybe." "There is no maybe about it Andrea. That outfit, which looks good on you, says "look at me" and people will. If that is what you want then fine. Women dress to be looked at. I do, Marnie does, and now you are dressing that way as well. I just wanted to make sure you understood. Also you need a brassiere with that or it doesn't look realistic." I explained that I thought about it looking in the mirror and would change after breakfast. Then we moved on the other topics. Aunt Clara said that she thought Marnie was going to follow though with the car, possibly today, and I asked when we could go and get me a library card, which led back to me seeing Mr. Appleton. At work, it being the beginning of the month, the prior month's delivery sheets were on my desk waiting to be checked and I sat down matching them to order forms and making sure that there were no discrepancies. Just as I was getting into them Paul and Marnie came over. "Hey Andrea, come out back." I went, knowing that this meant they had found me a car. I wondered what it would be, dreaming of a sports car or classic sedan. What greeted me was a mid-sized Chevy pickup with a crew cab. On the side was painted "MJs Classic Motors." I stood speechless. My mind went back to Marnie saying that during the day it would be a company vehicle. I turned to thank her but she was already speaking. "It's perfect Andrea. You can use it to run errands and it is smaller than the Ford. It has four wheel drive so you'll be safe in the winter and with a crew cab you can pick up friends." As I thanked her, Paul went on about the mileage, the options and finally handed me the keys. I looked at the two sets of keys. One had an MJs Motors key ring and the other just a paper tag. I gave Marnie a hug and then because he seemed to want one I gave Paul a hug as well. Phil came over and told me that the shop had worked on the truck and it seemed in good shape and then I went back to my desk to call Clara, tell her about the truck and then return to the order forms. I went through the forms in chronological order and reaching the end of the month bundled them and was about to pass them on to Susan. Then I stopped and thought. Something was wrong. I went through the forms a second time and could find no errors. I tried to tease the thought into the open but it was like trying to get something from between your teeth. You know it's there and it irritates you but your tongue just can't find it. It was while I was eating lunch that I realized what I was worrying about. Working in the junk yard I had developed the ability to look at a pile of things and immediately know how many was in the pile. I could glance at two stacks of tires for example and know, without thinking about it that I was looking at twelve tires, or nine, or eighteen and how many were in each pile. The last invoice of the month was for the delivery I had seen when I brought the tires back. The order slip said five cases of oil and I could swear there were only four. It also said four cases of flannel shop rags and I was sure I saw only three. I did the math in my head. A case of rags was 12 containers and bought in quantity would run about $84 a case. The oil came in two gallon containers and was roughly $118 a case of eight. Put it together, if I was right, the order was short about $200. I went back to the desk and pulled out the delivery book and traced down the list counting the number of deliveries from the parts company. While we got various small orders, twice a month they delivered the standard loads, such as oil, coolant, rags, and other constants of the automotive trade. The more I thought about it the more I could poke holes in my theory. I might not have a seen the whole delivery. I might just be wrong about what I did see. None-the-less I made a small note in the calendar and settled back to being the receptionist for the rest of the day. Clara was right. My outfit did attract looks. Paul gave me an extra smile, Marnie a set of raised eyebrows and a customer glanced at me a few times when he thought I wasn't looking. I tried to figure why I liked being looked at. I wasn't trying to get men to ask me out. I decided it was just nice to be noticed for being well dressed and clean rather than because I was dressed in the oily rags I used to wear. That evening I drove the truck home and Clara came out and just shook her head. "I don't know Andrea. Marnie says she'll find an appropriate vehicle for a young woman and you end up with this. Yes it's practical, though it will eat gas, and yes it's safe but, oh well, that's just Marnie. Come in and help me set the table." Chapter 4: A Doctor, School and Losses My papers came back from the college telling me that I was now enrolled in Lit. 103 The Essay and would have classes Mondays and Thursdays from 8:00 to 9:30 with Prof. Missisca. I worked hard, went out with Tracie and Maria, fended off Kevin and read everything I could get my hands on. I had a long uncomfortable session with Mr. Appleton the lawyer where I discovered that changing a name was not that hard, just inconvenient and after visits to the town hall, the motor vehicle bureau, the library (hooray) and the county courthouse I was outfitted with a new drivers license (I needed one anyway now that I had moved to a new state), a library card and a feeling that I was becoming Andrea more and more. I suppose that it was Mr. Appleton's business as my lawyer but he delved into every aspect of my life. Marnie and Clara were practical women but when it came to me they were also dreamers. Mr. Appleton was as practical and cold as a t-wrench in January. Part way through asking me about bank accounts, credit cards (I now had a MasterCard with a miniscule credit line) and my benefits at work he mentioned health care. "I don't know. I don't have a doctor." "That's OK you can always find one. Anyway you are healthy. When did you last have a checkup?" I thought about it. I never got sick, or if I did I was told by my father to stop whining and get to work. So I had to think long and hard. "I think it was in my freshman year. I needed a physical to play sports." "Am I correct Andrea in saying then that you have not seen a doctor in approximately five years?" I left with a lecture on health, responsibility and instructions to find a doctor and have a physical. While trying to sort that out I battled with Aunt Clara over money, because I wanted to share in some of the household expenses now that I was being paid. Finally I backed down and just bought the occasional load of groceries and once in a while cooked her a dinner. I knew somehow that talking to Aunt Clara about a doctor was not a good idea. I don't know why but it felt like a forbidden topic so one morning I arrived early at work and sat with Marnie in her office. "Five years? Holy shit kid, what were you thinking? OK, sorry. It wasn't you it was that fuckup Carl. Oh Christ, five years. Yes you have to see a doctor. Your benefits cover this so it's not a money issue. Let me think." I interrupted Marnie to remind her about the issue of me showing up as Andrea and then getting an examination. "You are right and I am thinking about that. I think you need to see my primary care doc. Not that she is necessarily the best for you but we are friends and I can call her before hand and... "Wait, a woman doctor?" "Why not, most women see male doctors." I thought about it and saw her point. Marnie said she'd call first and then I would call and make an appointment. I sat in the small staff room and drank some coffee waiting for the day to start. Through the window I saw the delivery van from the parts store park and watched the driver move loads to where Phil was waiting. I counted carefully. Four cases of oil in two gallon containers; two cases of flannel rags, a case of windshield washer fluid, two cases of radiator coolant and two boxes of what looked like assorted parts. I pulled out a small pad I carried with me and wrote down the date and what I saw. In two weeks time I'd see the paperwork. Feeling a little sick because I really liked Phil I finished my coffee and got ready for work. It was getting colder and the business was slowing down. Marnie said that was perfect because I could bring in schoolwork. I also had time to make an appointment with Dr. Alice Franck. So it was that one day I left work early, bundled up in a sweater and jacket and drove the truck into town to see a physician for the first time since I was 14. I walked into the office and signed "Andrea Dade" on the check in sheet. The receptionist smiled, apologized for the amount of paperwork I'd have to fill out and the fact that Dr. Franck was running about twenty minutes late and then handed me a clipboard. I sat and filled out form after form. Most were easy, such as the form that asked me what insurance plan I had, but one was a health questionnaire and some of the questions were impossible to answer logically. I mean how was I to answer a question about the frequency and length of my periods or when I started having them. I felt embarrassed writing down that I was not sexually active. I left a number of items blank. When I was done I went back to the window where I was told to hang on to the questionnaire and they took the rest of the forms. I sat back down and leafed through a travel magazine. "Andrea?" I looked up. A nurse smiled and beckoned me to follow her. "Now I just need to get your height, weight, blood pressure and then if you can give me a urine sample, you do know how to do a clean catch?" When all that was done I was left in an examination room where the nurse looked at a note and gave me a quizzical look. "Doctor Franck writes that you shouldn't change into a gown, so I guess just sit here. She should be in shortly." I sat and looked around the small room and was starting to get upset with the wait when there was a knock on the door and Dr. Franck entered. I looked at her for a moment and took in a short, thin woman in her fifties. She smiled a big smile and pointed to a chair. "Hello. Do you like to be called Andrea or Ms. Dade? Andrea? OK. Well I am Dr. Franck and I had a long talk with Ms. Jarman; a very long talk. Normally I would not speak to someone else about a patient without their permission but you are something special. It's says here that you last saw a doctor about five years ago. Well let's get started. We start with questions and answers and then I'll do an examination." I liked, and still like, Dr. Franck. She asked embarrassing questions in a gentle manner. I told her about my history. She learned about Carl's abuse of my mother and me. She learned a bit about who Andrea was. When that was done she left as I changed into a gown. Marnie had suggested I not glue on the forms so it was easy to take off the blouse, bra and forms and sit wearing nothing but panties and gown and wait on the chilly table. Dr. Franck probed, prodded, looked in my eyes and ears, listened to my heart and lungs and seemed to spend a lot of time looking and feeling first my genitals, then my wrists and ankles and finally my genitals again. When she was done the nurse came back and to my horror drew what seemed to be an unending amount of blood. Finally I got dressed and Dr. Franck came in again. "Now Andrea, I am going to wait for the results of your urinalysis and blood tests to come back. That will be about a week. Someone from my office will call you and either we will say everything is fine and see us in a year, or we'll ask you to come in. You seem to be in good health. Say hi to Marnie. Bye." A few days later I drove to the college and sat with about thirty other students in a dull classroom and began to learn about the essay. I was one of the younger of the students and learned that the six week classes were usually taken by adults coming back to school after a long break or people just taking a course out of interest. Professor Missisca went around the room and we introduced ourselves. We each said our name, level of education, where we worked and a favorite author. "Hi, I'm Andrea Dade and I've graduated from high school. I work at MJs Classic Motors. I am not sure I have a favorite author but I really like James Thurber, also Kipling." Prof. Missisca gave me a long look when I said who I liked to read and then we moved on. I didn't recognize a lot of the authors and began to feel over my head. After we had gone around the room the professor started to lecture and I took notes and the feeling of being back in school came over me. It was stuffy in the classroom and I struggled to keep awake. I was glad when after forty minutes we got a break. I stood and stretched and then joined the other women going to the bathroom. After the break Professor Missisca covered a few more points. She told us what to read for the next class and then discussed how she would be grading. As I walked out to the parking lot a man caught up with me. "Hey, did you say you work at MJs?" "Yes." My heart started pounding and I could feel my fists clenching. "Great. Say hi to Susan for me. I'm Bob, Bob Andrews. See you on Thursday." My pulse slowed down and I got into the truck and drove home. Why was it that someone calling to me made me jump; A memory of my father shouting at me; Fear that someone would figure out Andrew/Andrea, or just being nervous. I got home, told Clara about the class and when I was done looked at her closely. She had a big grin on. "Ok, what is it?" "Go into your room Andrea, you'll see I finally remembered." I gave her quizzical look and walked in. On my bed were laid out two pairs of pajamas and a nightgown. One of the PJs was white flannel with a print of pink bows. The other was navy blue cotton with short sleeves. The night gown would go below my knees and was white with thin blue stripes, a little lace and a bow at the neck. I turned to look at Clara who was standing in the door. "Thank you Aunt Clara. Thanks." I gave her a hug. "Which one should I wear while reading tonight?" "Would you wear that one?" So after I washed up, I pulled on some panties with a little lycra control and tucked myself away. Then I slid into the nightgown and taking the collection of essays for school I went into the living room and Clara and I sat and read. I could see she would occasionally look at me and smile. Somehow having a girl in a demure nightie, reading in the room with her gave her deep satisfaction. When I kissed her goodnight I could feel the peace radiating from her. On Thursday I turned in an essay and sat through class desperately trying to not yawn. The material was interesting but I was conditioned by years of boring high school classes. I worked on Saturday and had Monday off. I spent Monday running errands, reading and working on my next essay for class and then after cooking dinner for Clara, ate supper and headed out to class. In class we got our first essays back and I was disappointed to see a C+ on it. I had worked hard on the piece. There was also a note at the bottom "Andrea please see me after class, DM". After class I went up to Professor Missisca and we talked a bit. She complimented my writing but said I had a lot of work to do. Then she suggested I come in about an hour early on Thursday and we could go over the piece I just handed in. Another student joined us and we continued talking for a little while and I left feeling better about the C+. On Tuesday I dressed in a new outfit I picked up on Monday. It wasn't that special, tailored corduroys and an embroidered blouse. More and more I was wearing the brassieres and Aunt Clara pointed out that the blouse was thin enough so that a trace of the brassiere could be seen. I went back looked in the mirror and decided to wear it anyway. At work reality struck when the prior month's order slips and invoices were dropped on my desk. I took out the slip of paper from my wallet and found the paperwork for that date. We had paid for five cases of oil and three cases of coolant. I had watched carefully and saw the delivery. Phil had signed the slip. I remembered the cheap little games my father had played and knew what was going on. Feeling sick I worked my way through the papers, passed them on the Sue and then tried to concentrate on work. I looked up when a rattling noise filled the room and I watched as some of the mechanics rushed to get the outdoor cars covered as sleet came down. While they pulled tarps over the cars, I saw Phil rush out carrying their coats, getting them to stop and put them on. It seemed unfair. If I was to spot fraud why wasn't it being done by someone I didn't like? Phil came in and stopped at the desk. He smiled, joked a bit, suggested that maybe we could double date sometime, then hit his head with the palm of his hand and "remembered" he was married. Later he joked with Susan about running away together to the Caribbean. I just sat and hated him. I wished I had someone I could talk to. Clara would see it in black and white terms. Marnie was out because if there was something to report it would be to her. Maria and Tracie were nice but this was not something I wanted to discuss with them. I felt as alone as I ever had. I bent down and made some notes on an essay by Melville and tried to lose myself in the world of words. My mind kept spiraling and I couldn't just sit there. Finally I grabbed my purse and knocked on Marnie's door. "Can I see you for a moment Ms. Jarman?" "Yes of course Andrea, close the door. What's wrong?" After about fifteen minutes I went and retrieved the past two months of slips from Susan and with her following went back to Marnie's office. Feeling ready to vomit I told my story again and pointed out the slips in question and showed the paper on which I had written down my observations. Susan questioned me closely and then we all sat in silence. "Andrea?" "Yes Ma.. Ms. Jarman?" "Go back to work. I hope you are wrong. Phil has been with us for almost eight years however you are correct that there is a flaw in our system of checking on purchases. You were right to come to me and you will not, uh, will not, well even if there is no problem I'm glad you said something. Now go back to work and don't say anything about this." "Yes Ms. Jarman." As I left that night I passed by Marnie's office and she and Susan were sitting going over papers. They looked up grim faced, nodded and went back to work. I went home feeling miserable, was snappy with Clara and crawled into bed early refusing to tell her what the problem was. Wednesday was no better and when Phil came around on his usual tour of jokes and double entendres I smiled a bit and went back to work. I finished my next essay and put it aside to edit it the next day and sat glumly at the desk. Finally I had to say something and at dinner I told Clara what was going on. "You were right to do what you did dear. You also were right in waiting until you could check on what you believed. If Phil is embezzling then Marnie and Susan will find out. If he isn't then they will let you know and no one will be harmed." "But I like Phil." "I know Andrea. Maybe it's because he is so likable that he could do this without getting caught. If you had seen him loading the oil into his car and driving away with it would you have a problem telling Marnie?" "No." "Well theft is theft. Come into the living room and sit with me. I'll clear the dishes later." We sat late into the night. I snuggled up to Clara and we talked. This was the kind of talk I should have had with my mother. When I went to bed I lay awake for a long while. I knew Clara prayed every night and morning and I tried to pray but all I could feel was the vast emptiness above me. The chill of the night and the dark came upon me and huddled under the blankets I escaped into sleep. Phil was still there on Thursday and Marnie and Susan acted as if nothing at all was awry. I left a few minutes early and drove directly to school eating a nutrition bar as I drove in lieu of dinner. Phil had joked about the tight fit of my slacks and how the dark red pattern on my blouse was like a stop light. He also joked with Susan about her hair style and accused Paul of going Metro Sexual. It was all so innocent and funny. I went to Professor Missisca's office and for a few minutes we talked about my second essay. This time I had achieved a B- and she said it was much better. Then she sat down on the couch and pointed next to her. "Tell me about yourself Andrea. You seem different from the rest of the students. I am sure there are some major gaps in your education." I sat down and said a few things about how education was not valued in my family and stopped cold when Missisca put her hand on my thigh. I turned and saw her smiling at me. "No I want to know about other types of education. Such as where you learned to dress like you do." "Uhh..." "Yes, for example" and she poked a finger into the breast form " why you chose to go with small forms and what your name really is. Is it Andy, or Alex or Tom or Dick?" "I have to go now." I started to get up but she swiveled, put an arm across me and leaned in. As I tried to speak she kissed me and putting a hand behind my head pulled me in tight. For a moment I fought and then I yielded. We kissed and she guided my hands to her blouse and I unbuttoned it exposing her large breasts in a white lace bra and entered heaven as she undid it and guided my lips first to one nipple and then another. A couple of times it came to me what we were doing but she shushed me and stroked my growing erection or bit me on the shoulder or neck. Finally we were almost naked and she lowered herself on my penis. I was mortified that I hadn't achieved a full erection but it didn't seem to bother her and grabbing my shoulders she rode up and down as she told me how sexy it was to "ball a young woman who has everything I desire." I was desperate to reach orgasm but seemed unable to. To Missisca it must have seemed as though I was holding back and she kept telling me to "hold on Andrea, that's right hold on" and finally I made a mental effort and exploded and she bucked up and down on top of me. We lay on the couch and I felt her weight pressing down on me making it hard to breath. I was about to ask her to move when she started talking. "Now Andrea, this is a one time event. We enjoyed ourselves and I think I expanded your knowledge. It won't help your grades but then I don't think you will need help by the end of the course. I'll get up now. We'll clean up and then it's time for class." I was stunned. I always assumed that with sex came some kind of attachment. She handed me some tissues and started to dress. I watched as she put a pad in her panties and asked me to fasten her bra. Then she helped me get dressed. As I put myself together I noticed a picture of her, a man and two children. She saw me looking. "That's right. That's my husband, the great architect. He screws his clients and I spread for the occasional student. When the kids are older I'll divorce his ass and take his prize winning house. Right now I just have my fun. You need to touch up your lipstick. This was fun, but now it's over and we have five minutes to get to class." "How did you know I wasn't a girl?" "Oh that. During the first class you yawned and stretched. You weren't wearing a bra and I could see that you had no nipples. Then I started watching very carefully. I wasn't actually entirely sure. Anyway I didn't care. I'll have fun with an Andrea as easily as an Andrew. I could tell from class discussions and how you wrote that you wouldn't run away." I sat in class hoping to get some signal that we had done something special together but it was as if nothing had happened. During the break Professor Missisca came by, talked with us and, giving me a smile, mentioned how timing was so important and how a good writer waited until the right moment to bring out the big guns. Then she moved on and I didn't know if it was some form of acknowledgment or just ordinary conversation. Most of all I wanted to want to crow about what I had done. I just had sex with a woman. I wasn't a virgin. A woman had stroked me while I kissed her nipples and plunged my face between her breasts. I felt as though I should be boasting but all I wanted to do was go home and take a shower. I felt like a mountain climber who reaching the peak discovers the view is worthless. The next morning Phil did not come into work and the news spread that he had been caught embezzling and been arrested. Chapter 5: Tests and Tests Sitting at the desk on Friday I was shaken. The story was that Susan had noticed a discrepancy in the paper work and she and Marnie had chased it down. Rumors spread of course. Some had Phil embezzling a thousand dollars, another had him embezzling twenty grand. Just when I felt as if I could take no more my cell phone rang. "Hello." "Hello could I speak to Andrea Dade." "Oh, that's me." "Hi Andrea. This is Priscilla from Dr. Franck's office. The results of your tests are back. She wants to see you again but said it is not an emergency so just make an appointment for sometime in the next week or two." "What's wrong." "Oh I can't tell you that over the phone. But if it were serious Dr. Franck would have called you herself and asked you to come in immediately. When is a good time for you to come in?" I made an appointment and sat just looking out into the grey morning light. Nothing seemed to be going right. I had stumbled on Phil's game and now he was in jail. I finally had sex and it just didn't seem worth the effort and now Dr. Franck wanted to see me again. I answered the phones and fortunately it was a busy day so I my mind was occupied. When Clara got home I told her about Phil and then about the call from Dr. Franck's office. "I am sure it is nothing Andrea. Doctors just like to be over careful." I was looking for reassurance but Aunt Clara just blew it off and went on to plan the weekend. I was working on Saturday and we discussed Saturday evening and Sunday, and as I put away the dishes I felt as though I was in the way. She and Marnie were going to spend Saturday together and she would stay at Marnie's that night. I'd be on my own. I settled in bed and lost myself in reading. I would work Monday as well and get some overtime but I also would be going to class and have to face Professor Missisca and pretend nothing had happened. Then on Wednesday I'd come in late because I was seeing Franck. I turned off the light, pressed my face in the pillow and slowly cursed. After work on Saturday I drove to the caf? and looked around to see if Maria or Tracie was there. They weren't but there was music and some empty seats so I bought a sandwich and a cup of cocoa and sat down to listen and eat. Just as I was about to take my first bite I heard my name called and Kevin dropped into the seat next to me. I started to smile at him when I heard his name called and Alex came over and sat on the other side of me. I met Alex weeks earlier when I first came to the caf? and he had ignored me and flirted with Tracie and Maria. I can't blame him, they both are more attractive than me. Now I was between Kevin who had taken a liking to me and Alex who, with no one prettier around, was ready to play the macho game. I needed something to take my mind off things and enjoyed myself fending off questions, joking around, saying that I wasn't dating at the moment and accepting a cocoa from Kevin. As fun as it was, it was a relief when Tracie came in and the guys' attention was divided between us. When I got up to leave it was late and Tracie begged a ride home. "Kevin's nice, you should go out with him." I made a noncommittal noise. "No really and he's got a nice set of buns and dresses nice if a little Goth. I'm glad Maria wasn't there, she has the hots for Alex and I think has screwed him a couple of times." "What?" "Sure, he's hot and drives a great car. I like this truck by the way. I wouldn't mind getting in the sack with him. I haven't had sex in weeks and my hand is shaking, I've used the vibe so much." I nearly gagged but Tracie once she started talking was a nonstop flow and I listened to details about her and sex until I dropped her off at her house. "Thanks for the ride Andrea. You should grab Kevin. I bet he can kiss real good." I drove home laughing the whole way. Pulling into the driveway I tried to figure out where Aunt Clara was and then remembered she was over at Marnie's. As I went through the mail my brain was swirling with images of Clara and Marnie, Maria having sex with Alex and Tracie lying in bed with a vibrator. I showered and got dressed in my innocent looking pajamas and then realized that tomorrow I would wake up in an empty house an