llama boy-69: a rip-off of what exactly? The idea that I refer to is to respond to reviews in a review. As you can see that didn't last long.

As Told by Ginger copyright Viacom

Chapter 16: Rendevouz

Mrs. Foutley pounded on the hatch to Mrs. Gripling's cabin. "I know that you're in there, Claire. So you might as well come out."

There was no answer.

"You're setting a bad example for your daughter."

The hatch was opened an inch and Mrs. Gripling looked out. "What do you about raising a daughter. You're never home."

"I'm a single parent, Claire," Mrs. Foutley wearily. "I'm doing the best I can. But I fail to see how that allows you to go back on your word."

"I never said that you would in charge," Mrs. Gipling said haughtily.

"Okay, I'll bite. What did you say then?"

"Why, don't you remember? You were there."

"Humor me."

Mrs. Gripling looked smug. "I simply said that I wouldn't tell you what to do."

Mrs. Foutley pinched her nose. "I distinctly remember you agreeing that I should be in charge."

"But isn't Nomar the one in charge?" Ginger pointed out.

Her mother nodded. "Okay. Let's go see what he has to say about this."

"But of course." Ginger didn't like the smile on Mrs. Gripling's lips. Not one bit.

OOO-

They were getting much closer. That much was clear. The Flying Saucer that Ginger abroad it had become quite visible. But its pilot didn't seem to be aware that he was being followed. Carl could quite clearly see that it was definitely saucer-shaped. Much like the spacecraft he was riding.

"What the heck is he doing?" Carl asked himself. "Doesn't he see us right in his tailpipe?"

"Apparently not." He jumped. The voice had come from nowhere.

"Noelle," Carl said when he came back to his senses, "hasn't anyone told not to sneak up on them?"

"Carl, if you were paying attention to what was going on around you you would have heard me. I wasn't walking very softly you know."

"Sorry, Nolle. I guess I was distracted for a sec."

"Carl, you should stop watching the Flying Saucer and start thinking about what's going to happen when we reach it."

Carl shrugged. "Notek is going to rendedouz with the other ship and board her."

"You don't know that. Notek might just blow Nomar's ship away."

"Noelle, Noelle, Noelle," Carl shook his head. "You must learn not to be so suspicious of everyone."

"Actually, Carl, I took the liberty of taking a look at this ship's history. Hoodsey and Darren gave me help." She gave Carl the data pad she was carrying. "It's a real whopper."

Carl took it and began reading. He started with a dismissive skeptical attitude, but as he read for the next six minutes, he was becoming more and more alarmed. "Aw crap."

"Yes, that was my response as well," Noelle said. "So what do you plan on doing about it?"

Give a minute, Noelle. I'll think of something."

OOO-

It's not my concern, Nomar said after he had been asked for his opinion. That's something you must decide among yourselves.

"But you're the captain," Mrs. Foutley pointed out.

Yes, but you're not my crew. You are my passengers.

"Then we shouldn't have someone have someone in charge of everyone," Mrs. Gripling said.

Ginger and her mother exchanged glances. This wasn't really going too well. "Why not?" Mrs. Foutley asked. "Somebody has to make sure everyone go nuts and not go around taking off all their clothes."

"But we're adults, Lois. We don't have to have someone telling us how to go through life."

"Alright," Mrs. Foutley said. "You'll be charge of my three, and I'll be in charge of my three."

Ginger sighed. "If anybody needs me, I'll be in my cabin."

Nobody needed her.

OOO-

"Courtney, do you mind putting on some clothes?" Miranda asked. "I hate to say this… but I'm starting to like it."

"Well alright," Courtney pouted. "I'll go put on some clothes.

For you."

They got up and floated toward the luggage. Though it barely counted as luggage, it was where Courtney had stashed her clothing for the trip.

OOO-

"I don't want to alarm you, Ginger," Dodie said, "but I think we're being followed." She sounded a bit worried.

"Don't be silly, Dodie. We're hurtling through space millions of miles from home. Who could possibly be following us?"

"Another alien spacecraft."

Ginger smiled bashfully. Of course. Another alien spacecraft. It was so perfectly obvious. What else could it possibly have been?

She wondered how many of the others saw the other spacecraft.

She asked Dodie to show her it, and they left tiny space that they were using as a cabin space. They bumped into Courtney and Miranda on their way through the corriders. "Still naked, I see," Ginger noted.

"She is going to get dressed now, Foutley" Miranda replied.

"Oh. That's good to hear, Miranda."

"Yes. Yes, it is."

"There's a Flying Saucer chasing us," Dodie said. "You should take a look."

Courtney folded her arms over her naked breasts. "I'm the judge of what I should see and I should not see."

Ginger was looking away. It won't be a moment too soon when she's dressed again.

"Don't be too swift to judgment, Courtney," Miranda cautioned. "It might just be the most important thing we see this whole trip."

"Just what are you saying, Miranda?"

"Nomar has been lying to us. He's been holding back the gravity even though he has well enough power for it."

"Are you sure?"

Miranda nodded. "Mipsy will verify my story. After she's done."

"Done with what?"

"You'll see," Miranda said knowingly.

OOO-

Almost have it, Mipsy thought. Just one more protocol separated her from her goal. She simply set the ship's security system to stand-by. With that done, she redirected the power going to the engines to go to the gravity generators instead. Soon Mipsy felt heavy again. She wondered if she was the same weight she would be on Earth, but there was no way to find out. The displays hadn't been calibrated to give information in gee's.

But everyone was sure to notice the difference.

Including Nomar.

OOO-

Without warning, Ginger fell onto the floor. Rubbing her nose that had hit the floor first, she leaned up with her elbow. "Okay, what just happened?"

"I think that gravity came on, Ginger," Courtney replied.

"Yeah, Ginger," Dodie said. "It would seem that way."

"Ah, guys," Miranda said, "I think that we have a problem."

"Oh, what is it?" Courtney asked.

Miranda pointed toward the porthole. "That."

A Flying Saucer was hurtling toward them. "Oh I'm too young to die, Miranda," Courtney cried as cleaved onto Miranda.

Ginger was too shocked to look away as the other spaceship grew closer and ultimately collided with theirs. She was blown away by the force of the crash before losing consciousness from the sudden, intense pain.