Angel

"So what do you think it is?" asked Janet before opening the garment bag.

"Hmmm," thought Jack, "a female dog would be appropriate."

"Oh, a bitch? Yeah, too obvious though. I'm thinking....sexy devil or cat."

"Cougar?"

Janet laughed. "Maybe the evil step-mom from Cinderella or Cruella Deville from 101 Dolmations!" She unzipped the garment bag.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," said Jack.

"An Angel?" said Janet in shock. "How friggin' ironic is that?!"

Jack picked up the halo. "I'm surprised it doesn't have a sign that says 'Look at me!' on it."

"So, what can you do with this irony?" asked Jack.

"Well, first thing I'll do is take it in a bit, so it's a much snugger fit. Then I'll..."

"Wait!" interrupted Jack. "We won't even be able to see the results or your sabotage."

"Silly bro," said Janet, patting her brother's head while shaking hers. "It's a Halloween party. People will be in costumes...and masks....get it?"

"How do we get in though, sis?"

"I know the groundskeeper. His daughter and I are good friends at school. I'm sure he'll sneak us in the back, and we can get in through the kitchen or loading dock. Anyway, before you interrupted me, I can also put in a master thread. One yank, and the costume splits from top to bottom." She picked up a sheer, white bra that was hanging with the costume. "Maybe some itching powder or something will tempt her to remove this before the big moment."

"Genius!" said Jack. "And I think I have an idea how to keep her from leaving the ball room before everyone gets an eyeful."

The day of the big event, Sharon modeled her costume. It was a bit more snug than she remembered, but she shrugged it off as temporary bloating. She admired how hot she looked.