We’d also hashed out what we were going to name him. She had a friend who had died named Jacob, Jake for short. His nickname had been ‘Otter’ be...ause of his love of water. I added Jeffrey as a middle name to honor my best friend who had also died while swimming. We were torn as to whether we would call him J.J. or Jake. Pam also suggested we call him Ott, short for Otter. She said otters were fast, clever, lovable and sneaky. Her explanation put a smile on my face. Another suggestion was Coby. They offered some lame excuse why none of them had any. I just tried to get away from them before he decided to ask for my ID as well. Ihad been specifically instructed that if anyone asked to see my ID I was to present it immediately with no argument.I went two racks down and bent over one last time to inspect a new batch of wines. This time I picked one and grabbed it. I allowed myself a small sigh, that part of my assignment was out of the way. Now I just had to get the other two. "I just wanted to see how your Thanksgiving was," she added."It was good, really nice to see the family. And to see Leanne again, of course," I said, offering my daughter out as a lure, to see if Cassie would bite. She didn't."Say, you look really nice tonight, Ms. Cole," she replied instead, using the compliment as an excuse to gaze over at my bra and panties.I nodded and stood from the dressing table, stepping across the room in heels that seemed perilously high for a woman of my age. I sat. I heard her come out of the bathroom, and her bedroom door close behind her. I knew she’d be locking her bedroom door, to make sure nobody walked in on her while she was splayed on her bed, the massager in her crotch. I nervously sat waiting, unable to focus on the words coming from the talking head on SportsCenter. Soon her door opened and she came downstairs. I heard her in the hall as she looked in the linen closet. I’m sure she was checking to see if someone had found it and put it back in.