Oh Jesus, Steve thought. She can see my dick! Ah well, so much for the prospect of amiable neighborly chit-chat. The redhead was looking at him as though he'd just sneezed into her soup. Probably one of these jaded, stay-at-home wives that the development was full of, with a refrigerator-shaped husband and an air of perpetual boredom. Not that Laura was all that much different, of course...<br/><br/>Well, might as well try to get some information, anyway. "So, um..this might seem like an odd question," he said. "But do you know who's actually hosting this party? Nobody greeted us at the door, and I'm starting to get kind of mystified."