"What were you doing there all day?" I drank some wine, talked and played some cards. That's all we did, honey. I swear..." How many afternoons have y...u spent over there?" I don't know ... a few." She looked real uncomfortable and didn't want to answer my questions. I pressed on. I suspected it was more than a few."Since you met her, you've been acting strange. I don't know who you are anymore. I know you've been depressed. Please, let me help. It's obvious to me that you're deeply troubled. "Those types are better off behind bars where they can't mess with normal people's lives."You're about to head out for the day when suddenly you hear a strange voice coming from your back yard, like a feminine man's voice calling your name. "Just got through calling someone a nut and now I'm hearing things, super. God must LOVE messing with me.". You decided to go check it out and just a few steps from your back door you see something glowing under the dirt. After digging it up you find out. Jenny wouldn?t show me the tickets, because she didn?twant me to know where we were headed for ourhoneymoon. She handed to tickets to the woman at thecounter. The woman asked me a few security questionsand asked for identification. I gave her my driver?slicense and hoped that I didn?t look too nervous.Apparently, Jenny?s cousin was good at what he did.The woman waved us through without a second glance.Before too long, our flight number was called, and weboarded the plan to Los Angeles. I had. But look at her," Sherry said. "She's dressed betterthan I am!"It was true. Lynn stood there among mountains of shoe boxes lookinglike a socialite celebrity outfitted for a trip to Fashion Week. Hewore a lavender dress, mid-thigh length, with a thin black belt, theentire garment luxuriating in pleats that buffed up and hid Lynn's flatchest on top and hipped out his bottom to a cute flare, almost abirthday girl look. He had a silver leather Coach shopping tote overhis shoulder, looking like.