Hummph. Doesn’t look that special to me. Did you keep the receipt? Is he a doctor?”“Stop it grandma. You know darn well...”She walked toward m... and we greeted. We shook hands and she looked me in the eye.“Are you honest?”“Most days. And on the other days I’m too honest,” I replied.That broke her and she laughed. She squeezed my bicep once, turned to Jan and nodded, then said, “Okay. You can keep him,” and started for the door. “Bring him by for dinner one night so Pops can meet him too. Do you. Probably just some girl scouts selling cookies or something. God, I hope I don’t molest a girl scout. At this point, I’m capable of just about anything.’ She took a deep breath and opened the door. There stood Mitch Feingold, her neighbor from down the street. She gasped and covered her mouth in shock. Mitch was a slight man, about 5′ 10′ with a medium build, blonde hair, greenish eyes and a little paunch. Mitch and Marilyn had been friends with Damien and Jeanette for years. She hadn’t seen. "You have great legs, good shape at the waist, and you don't over-do the breasts part. All in all, very sexy."I wasn't sure where this was going, but I sipped some more of my wine, clutching my cell phone in the other hand. What was he going to do with me? He was a huge guy, and could overpower me very easily. I was a slender white guy with little to no muscle, dressed up like a girl. I couldn't do anything if he suddenly became violent.He took another sip of his own wine. "Hmm," he hummed,. "I'll take these as well," he said as he tossed the packs of cards on the counter."Okay. Is that it?" I asked."That should do it," he told me. I rang him up and put the stuff in a bag for him."Hey, Jeff," he said, "have you ever noticed that these wax packs that they put the cards in are really easy to open?" Yeah. So what?" I didn't know where he was going with this, but knowing Tom he was cooking up some kind of joke. He always did."I bet you could open one of these packs and then reseal it.