I am Mr. Merlin. I ama wizard with Spells R Us. My partner's name is Art King."Mike asked, "And how does that helps us?"Mr. Merlin said, "First permit...me to fix Stephanie's clothing so thatit fits her better and for me to buy a round for the house."As Mike was getting three bottles of Bud and two of Guinness Stout,Stephanie's clothing went from the golf outfit that Steve wore to aknee length navy blue skirt, short sleeve sweater, purse, and sandalswith a one inch heel. I could see that Steve. "What do you think?" I asked"Would you like a drink? Do you mind stopping for a moment? I sure need a drink!"I didn't tell him, or he hadn't noticed I had already stopped. I was just staring off wondering where this was going. I mean I wasn't concerned, but after the previous encounter my interest was on knowing what I was getting into. Are we just talking it out or what? Maybe a drink will bring out the motive."That's fine. Just a beer for me."He jumped off the table and ran to the wet-bar. ’ ‘Wow,’ I turn to her, as she puts the car in park, ‘you are something else,’ then I place my hand on her thigh and give it a light squeeze. She blushes a bright crimson, as she looks over at me and smiles contently. We get out of the car and head towards the entrance. Kate grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd. After finally juking through, we make our way to the hostess stand that is just inside of the doors. The hostess looks at us, ‘Welcome to Don Majuro’s, how many?’ She says, with. You always want me heavier. You’re looking great, too. I haven’t seen you without a coat and tie before. Well...” Well, she had. She’d seen him naked, in fact.“Well ... But you look just like you belong here. And Santa thinks you belong here, too. He left a package for you.” He handed her a small box with a big address tag. It had her name but his address. He hadn’t pushed his Santa claim to the extent of disguising his handwriting.“Bill you shouldn’t have.” And he really shouldn’t have. He’d.