"You need to set the table," she said. "My mother is coming over." Yes, ma'am," Singer said. "Right away, ma'am." Have you thought any more about your...new name?" Yes, ma'am." And what did you decide?" I think it's your decision. You're the Mistress."Keisha grinned. "How about Ginger? That's close to Singer, but it'senough so all of your old friends -- all of your old players -- willrealize your change of life." If you wish, ma'am." Okay. Did you iron the clothes? Clean the toilet? Wipe the. I stumbled out of bed the next morning early. I had a splitting headache. I grabbed some aspirin and gulped them down. I probably looked like hell, but I hadn't even popped my contacts in yet, so I just got into the shower to see if I could bring myself back to life. As I stood under the water, I tried to put together what had gone on the previous night. Boy, I must have gotten really drunk, I thought. What I seem to remember couldn't really be what happened, could it? Was my neighbor next door. Button nose and full, kind lips, covering perfect teeth.She was wearing a short white hoodie sweatshirt, made with holes at the end of the sleeves – where Trina had inserted her thumbs. Tight bleached jeans hugged her thin legs down to the ankles. Powder-blue low-top Keds and short white socks, with what looked to be little cotton balls hanging off them, finished out her look. Everything about Trina was damn-near perfect.As she was smiling and bouncing in her seat like a puppy dog, Lance made. “Well, that does seem to be where our emotions go when we think about the future we’d like to have together,” I admitted.“I’ll bet you two also think in terms of Judy and Karen and Monica finding boyfriends and falling in love with some young guy someday. What if that doesn’t happen? What if the three of us are in love with you just as much as Little Miss Diane?” Monica said.“Really Monica? I thought you three were just horny and curious and I was convenient,” I said.“No dad. You treat us like.