I was dropped of a couple houses down from the present recipient. I walked up to the small, well kept, house and wrang the doorbell. After a few min...utes, an old man answered the door in a bathrobe.I explained who I was and why I was there. I don't know if he believed me, but he invited me inside. I entered the house and showed my cookie samples to him. He seemed a little wary of the situation, but I kept it sweet and innocent. He agreed to order a few boxes. I thanked him and explained. I observed her; she was wearing a black transparent saree with a normal blouse, looking like a perfect housewife. Since we were sitting in a secluded cubicle in the AC section of the restaurant, I asked her to go and adjust herself a little so as to look sluttier. When she came back from the washroom, she looked delicious. She had tied the saree below her navel, folded her blouse a little up on her waist, tied the saree tightly around her hips, and left the top button of her blouse open. He. Harry, the bartender, chuckled, “Not any of the women would even speak to you. Many guys have tried and all have been shot down.”Bill said “But that’s strange, because the guy in the corner booth has had a parade of women all night.”Harry replied “Yeah. That’s Louie, the owner’s son. He’s got an apartment upstairs, but it’s more like he lives in that booth. That’s what happens every night”Bill asked “What’s his secret? He looks totally plain and is dressed like a slob. Is he paying you to slip. Her hand stroked it several times, feeling the skin on the shaft move in ways that felt odd. It was loose! Dave's skin hadn't been loose like that. Her other hand went to feel the tip, and the realization hit her. He wasn't circumcised! The only one of those she'd ever seen was Jack's, when he was a baby. Now, even more she wished she had enough light to see it. An explosion overhead granted her wish, but only for a second or two.She needed to get this done. Who knew when the show would.