From the very bottom I lifted out a Christmas cookie tin. Inside were two dozen home made Christmas cookies tightly wrapped in aluminum foil. Inside t...e tin with the cookies was a note which read. Hello My name is Catherine Schneider and some of my girlfriends at church decided to send Christmas packages to you guys overseas. Not knowing what to send, my dad suggested to send some things that every guy could use. The cookies were my idea. I can not begin to tell you how proud and grateful we. I was just so nervous.. I forgot... um.. I can change.. into nightclothes.. if you want... really!" "Well, now, that would go a long way to make me think you're not a hater. It would." T sat on the side of the bed as I got off and went to my dresser to find some pajamas. I pulled open the drawer. Kris moved over next to me, very close, his nakedness making me terribly nervous. I fished for my old, comfortable flannel pj's, but Kris' hand reached in, pulled out a nightgown. "This oughta do, wear. ?Don’t try and goad me woman, now you imbeciles search her NOW!!!?The men broke forward and grabbed her pulling her arms out sideways, their hands ran over her trim figure, patting, feeling for anything. ?Ere’s sumut? yelled one and he dropped a small pistol into the straw, another found a lock knife tucked into the top of her boot, a third found her last two incendiary pencils.?Quite a bounty? mocked Lord Cosby ?not the sort of things one would expect to find concealed about a lady of. Now I have to wait until tomorrow.My whole evening is a jumble of nervous soul searching and guilty pleasure. She saw me. She looked at me. She smiled. She had her own binoculars!Shit! My curtains are all closed, of course, because anyone opposite could see in. But I want her to see me, to notice me. She smiled.My hand strays to my tummy, stroking in small circles, just comforting. It doesn't mean anything. I find I'm standing at my curtains, invisible but pretending I'm not. My breathing was.