JC: Harry and Shadow
Chapter 3
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004

Ginger stepped out of the bathtub and put on the robe that Shadow 
had hung over the shower rod. The robe was soft and smelled like 
the outdoors. She smiled to herself at the thought that he must have 
hung it outside to dry instead of using dryer. 

Two weeks into her blindness and she was only now coming to 
grips with it. People had said that when one sense was removed 
that the others become more developed. She could honestly say 
that was true. Her senses of smell, hearing, and taste had all 
improved. Of all her senses though, it was her sense of touch that 
had been developed the most.

An amazing revelation was how much her life depended on being 
able to see. Nothing in the house could be moved or she would trip 
over it. Dressing was far more difficult than she thought possible. 
Shadow made it easier by making sure that her clothes were right 
side out, but she still found herself putting on her panties 
backwards on occasion. 

She felt guilty about how hard Shadow worked to make her 
comfortable. He not only cooked the meals, but he cut them up and 
feed them to her as well. From sunrise to sunrise, her needs came 
first. He watched over her like a hawk, often anticipating her 
desires before she even had a chance to express them. 

Fumbling for a moment to find the belt of her robe, she tied it and 
reached out to locate the handle of the bathroom door. Finding it, 
she opened the door and went to step out of the room. Shadow's 
hand caught hers as he asked, "Where to?"

"The living room," she answered. "I'm not ready to dress yet."

Shadow led her to the living room while giving her a running 
commentary about what to watch out for as she walked. Watch out 
for the edge of the sofa, be careful not to trip on the rug, and other 
little warnings were standard fare while moving through the room. 
She smiled at the care he was giving her. She had come to enjoy 
the sound of his voice.

When they reached her chair, she settled into it. For a moment, her 
robe opened giving Shadow a good view of her upper body. 
Catching a glimpse of the gentle swelling of her breasts, he looked 
away feeling guilty about his actions. Lusting after her body was 
tantamount to taking advantage of the fact that she couldn't see. It 
just didn't seem right to him. 

Adjusting her robe with a casualness that suggested she had no 
idea what had been shown, Ginger said, "You've never asked me 
what I did for a living. How come?"

For a moment, her question puzzled him. He answered, "I guess I 
never thought about it. Living on the street, you just don't think to 
ask people what they do for a living. If you ask a wino that 
question, you'll be the subject of jokes all day." 

Ginger laughed as she realized that he was right. She replied, "I 
guess it would be a funny question to ask a wino or a bag lady."

He liked her laugh. Even more than that, he enjoyed the chance to 
talk with someone on a regular basis. Now that Ginger was settled 
in her chair, Shadow sat down in the chair that he normally 
occupied when they chatted in the living room. After a minute, he 
asked, "So what did you do for a living?"

"I was an exotic dancer," answered Ginger wishing she could see 
the expression on his face at her answer.

Years spent living on the streets had eliminated the kind of 
judgmental reaction that most people would have to that 
announcement. The sex industry was just another business and one 
that hired mostly women. Men earned a living with their bodies by 
lifting and carrying. Women earned a living with their bodies by 
removing their clothes. He didn't see a difference between the two.

He replied, "I tried to go into one of those places once, but the 
bouncer wouldn't let me in. He said I would scare the girls."

Ginger had never heard of such a thing. Bouncers kept the men out 
only after they had spent all of their money inside the club, not 
before. In a strip club, money talked and all else walked. The 
fastest way to get the money was to get the man hard and the 
easiest man to get hard was an ugly man. 

She said, "That's ridiculous."

It wasn't ridiculous and he knew it. He hadn't been turned away 
once, but a dozen times in a dozen towns. He looked out the 
window of the house, realizing that night had settled and he had 
not turned on any lights in the house. He debated turning on the 
lights and decided that it didn't matter. He was used to the darkness 
and she couldn't see the light.

**********

"I'm getting fat."

Shadow looked across the room at Ginger and shook his head at 
her announcement. She had gained five pounds over the past few 
weeks and they actually looked pretty good on her. It gave her a 
softer gentler appearance. Sighing, he replied, "No you're not."

"I've got to start exercising. If my figure goes, I'll never make 
enough money when I get back to stripping," replied Ginger 
ignoring his denial of her weight gain. 

Ginger knew that if the average housewife understood how 
demanding of a job it was to dance on a stage with no clothes, that 
they would treat exotic dancers with much more respect. It was 
tough enough walking, much less dancing, in six-inch heels. The 
pole dance required muscles most people didn't even know they 
had. It took a very fit woman to do the kind of physical activities 
that the job demanded. Adult women were not meant to do splits 
and high-kicks. 

On second thought, she decided that housewives did understand 
how much work it was and hated strippers for the fact that they 
worked so hard to get money from their husbands. It was a pitiful 
amount considering how hard it was. In one night, they might be 
able to get a hundred dollars from a man, but the wife got the rest 
of the paycheck. More often than not, all the husbands received 
from their wives for their money was constant nagging to change 
for the better. Maybe that was what the husbands needed, but the 
strippers provided what the husbands wanted.

Shadow was quiet as he thought about it, wondering what he could 
do so that she could exercise. Sit ups, push ups, and other exercises 
wouldn't be much of a problem. Jogging and some of the other 
exercises that required her to move would be a problem. He 
grunted and then said, "I don't see a problem with exercising. Let 
me see if I can clear a spot for you to work out."

"I usually move all the furniture to the side of the living room," 
said Ginger.

"I'll have to mark where everything is, so that I can put the room 
back to the way it was."

"I'll change my clothes while you are doing that," suggested 
Ginger.

Looking over at her, he asked, "What do you want to wear?"

"My sports bra and gym shorts," she answered. That was all that 
she normally wore when working out around the house. 

A sports bra? Shadow stared at her wondering what a sports bra 
was and why she would wear only a bra while working out in front 
of him. Clearing his throat, he asked, "What's a sports bra?"

With help, he managed to find the clothes that she had requested. 
The sports bra didn't look anything like a normal bra. It didn't look 
anything like lingerie, but more like a heavy-duty tube top. He 
could imagine her wearing that in front of him without being 
concerned by what he would see.

While she changed clothes, he pushed the furniture in the living 
room to the side. He had marked the spots where the individual 
pieces had been set with some masking tape. At least he could 
move the furniture back so that she wouldn't have to learn where 
everything was all over again. 

He had just finished pushing her favorite chair over to the side 
when he heard the bedroom door open. Rushing over, he said, 
"Wait. Let me lead you to the area that I've cleared."

"Thank you," she replied. 

Ginger waited for him and then allowed him to guide her into the 
living room. It wasn't a long trip, but if she had tried it alone she 
would most certainly have tripped over a piece of furniture. It only 
brought home how much she had come to rely on Shadow. He did 
everything for her, but asked nothing of her.

Shadow watched as Ginger started her warm-up stretches. Since it 
had been several weeks since she had exercised, she was very stiff 
and it took her a long time for her muscles to stretch. He watched 
amazed at how limber she was. Her leg splits were the most 
extreme that he had ever seen.

The workout lasted almost two hours. Through out, Shadow 
watched over her to make sure that she didn't move out of the 
cleared area. During little breaks, he provided bottles of water 
when she asked for them. The time flew by for Shadow. It was a 
great pleasure to sit back and watch her move her body. This was 
the first time that he really had a chance to see her body without it 
being covered by oversize t-shirts and baggy pants. 

Ginger enjoyed the workout. It was the first time since she had 
become blind that she had moved around. Her body reacted with 
more than normal complaints at being put through its paces, but 
that was countered by the sudden freedom that she felt. She had 
often said that she could go through her dance routine with her 
eyes closed. Now she knew that it was true.

The end of her exercise period included major portions of her 
dance routine. Shadow had watched unable to believe that a 
woman could move with such an erotic grace. He was disappointed 
when she finally ended her workout.

"That was amazing," said Shadow when she finally stopped her 
routine.

"What? My workout?"

"Sure. You move with so much grace that it almost takes my 
breath away to watch you," answered Shadow. Not only had her 
workout left him breathless, it had left him with a raging erection. 

"You liked watching me run in place?"

"Sure. Now I imagine that you are ready for a shower," said 
Shadow. His erection was doing his thinking for him as the thought 
crossed his mind that it would be nice to watch her. His upper 
brain overruled the desire to make that comment.

"That sounds real good," replied Ginger thinking that a massage 
would feel even better.

Shadow went about the business of preparing the bathroom for a 
shower. He had to make sure that her robe was hung up in the right 
spot, fresh towels were in place, and all of soaps, shampoos, and 
body washes were set out. When all was done, he went back to the 
living room. 

"The bathroom is ready," said Shadow.

"Thanks," replied Ginger while she stood and held out a hand. She 
noticed the slight trembling of his hand when he grasped her hand, 
but didn't think anything of it.

Shadow led her to the bathroom and then returned to the living 
room to return the furniture back in its place. He thought about 
removing the tape from the hardwood floor, but realized that she 
would probably want to exercise every day. It would be best to 
leave the markers on the floor. She wouldn't see them.

*********

The knock on the door took Ginger and Shadow by surprise. 
Standing, Shadow said, "I'll get it."

Upon opening the door a crack and looking though the narrow 
space so that the person outside would not be able to see him, 
Shadow was surprised to see Harry standing there. He opened the 
door the rest of the way and moved so that the disfigured side of 
his face was not visible. 

Harry said, "Hello, hello, hello. I see that beauty and the beast are 
still living together."

The comment took Shadow completely by surprise and he found 
himself laughing before he had a chance to react negatively to the 
joke. Stepping back, he said, "Come in Harry. I'm sure that Ginger 
will want to talk to you."

"Don't mind if I do," replied Harry as he stepped into the house and 
handed a sack to Shadow. 

"What's this?"

"Oh, just some things that I thought you might need," replied 
Harry with a smile as he moved into the living room. 

Ginger had heard Harry's voice and called out, "Harry! How are 
you doing?"

"I'm doing wonderful. Life, when you take the time to experience 
it, is really a grand thing indeed," answered Harry with his typical 
upbeat tenor to his voice.

Shadow stepped into the kitchen to leave Harry and Ginger alone. 
It was obvious to him that Harry had some news to deliver to 
Ginger. Rather than inflict his ugliness on Harry, he made a pot of 
coffee. Once it was done, he slipped into the living room and set a 
mug of coffee on the table next to Harry. With his normal care, he 
directed Ginger's hand to her mug. Ginger just smiled in his 
direction in recognition of his care.

Harry said, "Shadow. I've got to take her to the doctor's office. Do 
you want to go?"

As he slipped back into the kitchen, Shadow answered, "No. I hate 
doctors."

Harry laughed and said, "I'll take her there and bring her back. You 
stay here."

Shadow watched from the window as Harry led Ginger to roach 
coach. Harry was taking excellent care of Ginger. He frowned as 
he thought about what might happen when they returned. He 
wondered if her vision was returning. Once the vehicle disappeared 
from view, he straightened up the mess left in the house. He 
stocked the shelves with the supplies that Harry had brought with 
him. After that task had been completed, he packed his gear in case 
he had to leave.

It was several hours later when the roach coach returned. After 
standing at the window for more than an hour, Shadow watched as 
Harry helped Ginger step out of the truck. A sigh of relief escaped 
his lips when he saw that she still had bandages over her eyes. He 
set his gear down in a corner of the room. 

Harry led Ginger into the house. Shadow, standing in the darkened 
room, asked, "So how did it go?"

Ginger answered, "It went well. I still can't see, but the doctor said 
that my eyes were getting better."

"I'm glad to hear that your eyes are getting better," answered 
Shadow. He wondered how much longer he would be able to stay 
here. 

Harry transferred care of Ginger to Shadow before pausing to look 
around the room. His eyes lighted upon the small collection of 
personal gear stashed in the corner of the room. He frowned and 
looked over at Shadow. The disfigured man wouldn't look him in 
the eye. Instead of commenting on the gear, Harry asked, "Why is 
it dark in here?"

Ginger asked, "Is it dark in here?"

"We don't need to run up her electricity bill. She can't see and I 
don't need the lights," answered Shadow from a spot across the 
room from Harry. 

Shaking his head, Harry stared at the man standing in a dark corner 
of the room. His features were hidden from view. Smiling, he 
replied, "So you say."

"Yes. I say."

"She's got a fusion battery powering this house. That means she 
doesn't have an electricity bill."

"Oh," replied Shadow feeling as if he had made a fool out of 
himself. 

Ginger had listened to the discussion in confusion. She didn't 
understand all of the conflict over turning on the lights in the 
house. If she didn't need them and Shadow didn't want them, then 
why bother? She asked, "What's the matter?"

Harry answered, "Shadow is standing in the dark so that I can't see 
his face. He doesn't want me to see how ugly he is."

"He's not ugly. He's the nicest guy I've ever met," asserted Ginger. 
A month of living with Shadow had given her insight into his 
nature. He was caring and considerate. When she was frustrated, 
he held her and calmed her down. When she was frightened, he 
chased away her fears. When she cried, he wiped away the tears. 

Shadow knew Ginger well enough to know what she was thinking. 
A month of living so close together had made it difficult to have 
secrets. The only secret was the one that she couldn't see, even 
though he did his best to make her understand. A tear ran down his 
cheek as he thought about what would happen when she could see 
again.

"I tell him that all the time, but he doesn't believe me," said Harry 
as he watched Shadow shift nervously in the corner.

"Don't fill her with romantic nonsense," shouted Shadow. He 
turned and left the room far more upset than he should have been. 

Shadow frowned as he stared at the lawnmower. Harry had told 
Ginger that the lawn needed to be mowed and she had asked him 
to do it. Of course she had asked him to do it, she couldn't see to 
do it herself. Looking out in the front yard, he could see that there 
was no place for him to hide. The neighbors would see him out 
there. They would see that Ginger was living with a horribly 
disfigured monster. He swore as he pulled the rope to start the 
lawnmower.

Mowing the lawn had gone well until he had almost finished the 
front yard. A boy that lived next door to Ginger came out and 
stared at Shadow, seeing the horrible purple splotch across his face 
and the hideous growths. Scared, he ran back into the house to tell 
his mother about the ugly man. Shadow had watched the boy with 
a frown on his face that further distorted his features. His 
expression had made him appear evil and threatening.

By the time Shadow finished mowing the front yard, a patrol car 
pulled up to the front of the house. Disgusted, Shadow shoved the 
mower into the garage where the engine died and turned to wait for 
the police to question him. Being ugly wasn't considered a crime, 
but it depended upon how ugly you were. Spitting on the ground, 
he knew that he was ugly enough that it was a crime. He watched 
the other cop go up to the front door.

The officer approached Shadow with his hand upon the handle of 
his gun. He frowned when Shadow spit on the ground. Stopping a 
few feet away, he looked over the man's face. It was hard to look at 
him. Gruffly, he asked, "What's going on here?"

"I was mowing the lawn, officer," answered Shadow, moving so 
that his face wasn't visible to the policeman.

The movement disturbed the officer. He wondered if the ugly man 
were hiding something or planning to do something. With a sharp 
bark, he commanded, "Turn and face me."

Shadow slowly turned to face the officer. He glared at the 
policemen with his face twisted in anger, but knew enough not to 
make any sudden moves. He grunted, "If you really want to look at 
me, then that's your problem. God knows I wouldn't if I were in 
your place."

"What's your name?"

"Shadow," answered the ugly man knowing that it wasn't an 
answer the policeman would accept. It wasn't easy to explain that 
he had given up his name at the same time he had left home. 

"Your real name," demanded the policeman.

"Shadow."

"Let's see your identification."

Shifting uncomfortably, Shadow answered, "I don't have any."

The cop reached back for his handcuffs, deciding that it would be 
better to straighten this mess out at the station. His partner arrived 
at that time and said, "The woman inside said that he is watching 
over her."

The cop asked, "Watching her? Have we got a stalker here?"

"No. He's watching over her. She was blinded in an accident. He's 
taking care of her until she gets her eyesight back," clarified the 
partner. 

The first cop said, "He doesn't have identification and won't give 
me his name."

"Shit," exclaimed the other officer. He didn't like what was 
happening. They didn't cover situations like this at the police 
academy. What did you do when an ugly man with no id was 
taking care of an attractive blind woman? 

Shadow held his arms out to his side and turned so that his back 
was to the cops. Knowing what was going to happen no matter 
what explanation he gave, he said, "I guess you're going to take me 
in."

The first cop had the handcuffs on his wrists within half a second. 
He turned Shadow around to face them and said, "It's good that 
you chose to come in without resisting."

Shaking his head, Shadow asked, "Could you call Harry and let 
him know that someone needs to take care of Ginger?"

"Harry?" asked the partner wondering who this Harry person might 
be. 

"Yeah, Happy Harry."

"Happy Harry?" asked the cop wondering if he had understood 
correctly.

"Yes, Happy Harry the Druid. I'm sure that you know how to get in 
touch with him," answered Shadow staring down at the ground.

"Happy Harry is mixed up in this?" asked the partner in surprise.

"Yeah. I told him he was crazy to have me watch over her," 
grumbled Shadow. He wasn't looking forward to going to jail. The 
few times that he had been placed in a cell, his cellmates had not 
treated him well at all. 

The first cop turned Shadow around and removed the handcuffs. 
He knew that when a Druid was involved in something that it was 
best to lend support to the effort. Going against a Druid was the 
easiest way to destroy a career. Gruffly he said, "Stay here and 
take care of the woman. And for God's sake, get some id."

Shadow stood in place rubbing his wrists in shock at the actions of 
the policeman. Confused, he stuttered, "Huh?"

"You're one of Harry's projects. We won't interfere."

Understanding what the cop meant, Shadow replied, "I'm not. She 
is."

The cop chuckled as he turned to return to the squad car. His 
partner shook his head and said, "Right. Take care of her, she's a 
beautiful woman."

As the partner walked away, Shadow swore the man had muttered 
something about a Druid reading Beauty and the Beast one time 
too many. Frowning, he stared at the police car wondering what 
had happened. He had fully expected to be hauled away to jail. 

Unable to make sense of the events, he grabbed the lawnmower 
and started it so that he could mow the backyard. It felt good to 
push the mower through the tall grass. The simple action helped 
ease the tension that he hadn't known had crept into his body. The 
activity, easy to perform, allowed his mind to worry over his 
situation. 

Putting away the lawnmower, he looked at the garage taking stock 
of the mess. Maybe he'd clean the garage before he left. He smiled 
to himself as he thought about how much Ginger would appreciate 
that. His thoughts immediately turned melancholy as he reminded 
himself that he wouldn't be here to see it. As he closed the door, he 
swore, "Damn, I'm starting to care about her."

He entered the house and noticed Ginger sitting in her chair 
looking pensive. The tension in her shoulders spoke volumes. 
Sitting down on the sofa, he asked, "What's the matter?"

"Why were the police here?" she asked. Her fears of being left 
alone with a stranger had reasserted themselves as a result of the 
police visit. From the way that the cop had acted, it seemed that 
Shadow was some sort of scary figure. She didn't see it, but then 
she couldn't see anything at the time.

"They were afraid that I was here to harm you. One of the 
neighbors saw me mowing the lawn and got concerned about you," 
answered Shadow watching her for her reaction. 

"Why would they be concerned?"

With more anger in his voice than he had intended, he answered, 
"Because I look like a monster."

The puzzled expression on her face was almost humorous. If his 
appearance hadn't been at the heart of her confusion, he would 
have laughed. As it was, it felt as though a knife had been thrust 
into his stomach. He stood and said, "I'm all sweaty and smelly 
from mowing the lawn. Let me shower and change clothes, then I'll 
fix us something to eat."

She nodded and hugged her knees tight to her chest. He glanced 
down at her wishing he could help keep her safe in this world. That 
wasn't possible. He sighed and headed to the bathroom. Her 
vulnerability excited him and he knew he'd spend half of the 
shower jacking off. It wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the 
last.

Shadow had watched Ginger go through her workout. Seated in a 
corner of the room, he had watched her bump and grind her way 
through her dance routine. His cock was so hard from watching her 
that he was surprised that it hadn't turned brittle and broken from 
the unnatural stresses put upon it by his pants. It seemed to him 
that she had put even more effort into her routine today. He 
couldn't help but think about how sexy she had been. When she 
had done the split and run her hand over her cunt, she had smiled 
in his direction as if she could see the reaction that she had upon 
him. He had to walk bent over to make room for his cock when he 
led her to the shower.

As always, he had straightened the furniture in the living room 
before returning to the bathroom door where he would wait for her 
to finish so that he could lead her to a chair. When she opened the 
door, her robe had been twisted so that most of her breast was 
visible. With trembling hands, he straightened her robe before 
leading her to the chair. He tried to make a little joke about her 
needing to look her best, but his mouth didn't work. All that came 
out was gibberish. That didn't help him deal with the situation. His 
cock was hard and hurt. He thanked the Gods and Goddesses that 
Ginger was blind and couldn't see the effect she had on him. 

Ginger settled into the chair and said, "Thanks, Shadow. You take 
such excellent care of me that I don't know how to thank you."

"No thanks are needed."

She shifted to sit cross-legged on the chair. Her robe opened giving 
him a clear view of her panties. Shadow nearly gasped at the sight, 
but moved to where he wouldn't be tempted to look. Not for the 
first time, Shadow cursed Harry for putting him in this situation. 
There was only one result, he would be hurt and have nightmares 
about this for the rest of his life.

Ginger said, "I'm sure that you can use a shower."

In the shower, Shadow had to jerk off to relieve the pressure that 
had built in his cock. Watching topless Chinese girls walking 
around was nothing to the pure erotic nature of the dance that he 
had just watched and the simple sexuality of the woman at ease. 
Under the frantic movements of his soap-covered hand, he spilled 
his seed into the bathtub. Even as his seed struck the floor, he sank 
to his knees in tears at the frustration of being so close and yet so 
far from the one thing that he desired most in the world. Was what 
he wanted excessive? He didn't think so; all he wanted was what 
all men wanted, acceptance from a woman.

As the shower rained water upon his crumpled form, he cried more 
than he had ever cried in his life. The pokes and prods of quack 
doctors didn't hurt as much as watching that sexy young woman 
perform her dance routine. The hatred shown to him by his siblings 
and father had been nothing to watching her dance. His cock, 
irritated at the tip, burned from the soap that he used as a lubricant 
while masturbating. The slight pain would help him keep his mind 
off her.

Dressing in a clean pair of pants and shirt, he went out to make 
dinner. He did his best to avoid looking at Ginger as he put the 
ingredients together to make stew. From the living room, Ginger 
called out, "Are you making stew again?"

Her question stung him. The only meal that he knew how to make 
was stew and he had made it every night. Over the past week, she 
had started to complain about the limited menu at Casa Ginger. He 
wanted to do something else, but he didn't know any other dish. He 
called back, "Yes."

There was silence from the living room and then she called back, 
"Tonight, you will watch a cooking show."

Despite his ignorance, he didn't ask what a cooking show was. He 
figured that he would learn soon enough. He grumbled, "Harry 
should have known better than to put her in my care. There are 
thousands of people that would do a better job."

Ginger stirred the stew with disinterest. Meals had become 
monotonous with scrambled eggs for breakfast, sandwiches for 
lunch, and stew for dinner. She was eating the same thing every 
day and she was tired of it. There had been makings for spaghetti, 
but he had used the noodles in the stew. She knew that Shadow 
tried, but he didn't know any better. He interrupted her thoughts, 
"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it," she replied. She shifted and the robe 
opened giving a view of her breasts. It wasn't intentional; it was 
just that she wasn't used to having to pay that kind of attention to 
her robe. Having gotten used to having Shadow around the house, 
she wasn't taking the same level of diligence in making sure that 
she was always covered.

Shadow glanced over and caught sight of her breast. He dropped 
his spoon. The clatter as it hit the edge of his bowl broke the 
silence of the room. Ginger asked, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing. I just dropped my spoon," replied Shadow avoiding the 
real cause of his sudden clumsiness. He didn't want to sound like a 
pervert that was peeking at her breasts all of the time. Even as he 
thought that, his eyes flicked over at her breast. He shuddered at 
the perfection of her breast.

"You seem to be getting a little more clumsy lately. Is anything the 
matter?"

He swallowed heavily and, in a nervous tone of voice, replied "No, 
nothing is the matter."

After dinner, they retired to the living room where he watched 
cooking shows for the next four hours. The shows had been a great 
revelation to him and he had watched them fascinated by the kinds 
of dishes that the cooks had prepared. His attention was so focused 
that he failed to notice when Ginger had made a solo trip to the 
bathroom.

When the last show was finished, he turned to Ginger and asked, 
"Where I can find these recipes?"

"On the internet."

"The what?"

"The internet," she replied as she pointed to the computer. 

That evening, Shadow learned about the internet and the 
information age. The first few hours were spent looking up recipes. 
Later his investigations turned to matters of a more personal and 
meaningful nature. He was still browsing the internet when Ginger 
woke the next morning.

  
