Nobody in California can drive worth a damn." If I could learn to drive for real," Margarita said, "I could help you with the big truck!" Maybe I'll t...ach you to drive a car, and you could get a real license, from the State of New Mexico," I said. "Driving the big rig might be a little ambitious, though, for right now."When we got back to Albuquerque, it wasn't long before Margarita proudly displayed, to Carol and Earl, her new documents, and explained to them that she was now Margarita. "She's been busy at the new place," said Mary. Wait until you see her...erI mean... it...the house I mean. Mary made her way to the driver's seat andthey were off. When they arrived at the new house, Debbie was speechless.None of the landscaping was done yet, but the place looked magnificentanyway. It was a long low spreading ranch house. It was large and secludedoff the street about a half mile. After the girls made their way off themotor home they entered the kitchen through double wide. We settled ourselves and quickly got ready for the function. It was in the same hotel where we were staying.Mom wore a nice black color saree and looked quite graceful. She was a bit chubby with fats at the right places and a figure of 36-34-40. As soon we reached the function hall, we started meeting family members and a few guests.Mom got busy meeting guests. I, too, was enjoying myself with my cousins. I noticed mom was standing in one corner and was speaking to a guy who looked in his. I don't believe you'd pass it off tosomeone else so close to your goal, even if it meant becoming a woman."Hands-on. That didn't sound like me at all. Here I was, bumming a ride froma stranger. A stranger that had rescued me from certain doom. A stranger Iwasn't at all sure I could trust.****"So why can't I remember anything?" Beats me. We tracked you back to your hotel room; Dawson found traces of achemical in your bathroom that could possibly be used to induce amnesia.Why you still have.