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This reminds me of long past days and some games played with a first wife. Part of the fun with teasing delivery people is one never knows what is going to knock on the door. For us the games stopped when the delivery driver turned out to be the neighbor's son, the neighbor happening to be a local preacher. He was clear into the living room, his face bright red before the wife realized who he was. All she had on was a sheer nightgown. There were some stories floating around our town for a few days but it all blew over.

Thanks, well written.

MGM