Sam steered Susan to a booth in the extreme rear. An attractive waitress in a long-sleeved jersey with a script "O'Grady's" emblazoned across her ches... arrived immediately, ready to take their lunch order. Susan ordered a double Scotch and the waitress had the grace not to glance at the clock. Sam asked for a Carta Blanca.Susan was still agitated. Her face was an ever-changing landscape of anxious expressions, some of them causing shocking distortions of her features. She said nothing; her eyes. I heard Donna arrive home (she's a noisy girl, so her arrival is hard to miss), and decided I should talk with her to find out how the Athletic Club worked out after I left. I gave Carol a kiss and a grope, just to let her know I appreciated her, then said, "I'll talk with Donna before we go. If I watch you jiggle like that any longer, your hair is going to get badly messed up."Donna told me that after I'd left, MANY people had told her that I should join their club, and her girlfriends would. I kept my tongue in my mouth. This wasn't about making out. This was about affirming that she was my girlfriend as much as any of the others. "Now do you know that I don't have any hang-ups about our race difference?" Sorry, Brian. I think I was blaming you for my hang-ups. That was ... nice. What do we do now?" Now we saddle up and ride."I did lead Gypsy around while Denise rode on her. I couldn't just let her ride because the little tennis shoes she was wearing would have slipped right. "I'm ready to go," she announced to Jimmy."O.k., Ginger. Let me show you to my nice van," he said as she locked the front door behind her as she jingled the keys with her right hand.Jimmy was a gentleman, holding the passenger side door open for her and making sure her skirt was fully inside the van before he slammed the door shut for her."Thank you, Jimmy," she said."No thank you. You are such a pretty lady," he said running his hands through her dirty-blonde hair."Thank you, Jimmy," she.