Can I call her?

"I'd rather return it to Lillian directly," the petite blonde told Gary. "I saw she had a cell phone. Could you give me her number?"

Gary decided he'd dug himself a deep enough hole, and if he tried to jerk Lynn around any more, he'd just get in trouble with his sister Lil, which would NOT help keep her out of her blues over her break-up OR be any good for Gary, Lil, and Bernie going further with their games with Colleen.

"OK," he said. "Let me call her," he said. He fished out his own cell phone from his pants pocket, working it awkwardly past his stiff erection that Lynn's subtly erotic clothes had only kept going, and called Lillian.

"Hi Gary," Lil said, "I'm in a long line at the theater. What's up?"

"It's Lynn from HOT, you know, that shop in the mall. She says she has something to return to you, you know, that you left there?" Gary handed the phone to Lynn.

Lynn looked up at Gary. "Just a sec, can I...?" she said, giving him a meaningful look.

"Oh, sorry," Gary said. He guessed it must something kind of personal. "Here," he said, opening the door to his dad's front office so Lynn could talk confidentially with Lil.

The door closed to leave Gary standing in the front hallway. There was a paper bag with carrying handles and the "HOT" logo that Lynn must have put down when she took the phone.

Was this what Lil had left at "HOT"? He couldn't resist. He peeked.