’ ‘Who, me?’ I respond good-naturedly. ‘Yes, you. You big jerk.’ Giving her a quick kiss, ‘I love you, Penny. I couldn’t forget this day... it’s special. Let’s celebrate tonight?’ ‘The kids, Mike. I’ll need to find a sitter.’ Though she looked concerned, I figured we could find one on short notice, we’d done it before. Handing over my cell, ‘Call my niece. I can pick her up if necessary.’ She was always looking for ways to earn money and despite it being a school night, I was certain she would. "What the?" exclaimed Valerie when she got to the first door. "BimboTech? What the hell is that? But it says suite 321, just like it does on the gift certificates. God, if this is a joke, Peter is so dead!" It can't be," Tracey told her. "The creepy old guy said that Pampered Princesses was on this floor. It must just be a misprint."The two friends walked down the corridor looking at all the other doors, but every other door was unlabeled and, when they tried them, locked. At last they found. "Well, you certainly are asight, aren't you? Do you have any idea how foolish you look? You looklike a goddamned child, Alexander. A little girl. And the hair and theeyebrows. How on earth do you plan on presenting yourself as man everagain with your pretty little eyebrows and bangs?"Alex tried to explain the bizarre linguistic problems that had led tohis current state, but she wouldn't hear any of it. "Just stop,Alexander, just stop. You expect me to believe that there is alegitimate reason. "Oh, nothing." I responded, trying not to blush.The gestures on her face began to change as she could tell something was not right. It looked like she was pondering deeply about my answer. "No, something is different about you." she added as she kept observing me.We were walking to the lounge chairs to sit down, and as we walked she kept looking around me from front to back."I can tell by the way you're walking, something is different. Have you been getting laid?" she giggled curiously. My.