The PDB's own story - Page 11

Before Rabbi Yosef can say a word, in walks Cosmo Kramer .
Asking for directions to the Lake Veiw church....

...and carrying a bottle of wine under his arm Kramer squints from the strong sunlight that blinds him. He reaches in his top pocket for his Ray-Bans, and says a heartfelt, Thank you to the Rabbi. He strikes off with the directions fresh in his head, until the sight of Cassie catches his eye. She was stunning looking in a black jumpsuit  decorated with bits of metal, gleeming and sparkling in the hot sunlight. Luke and Duke wearing backpacks, were on either side of her.

She was speaking into her shoulder into what appeared to be a kind of radio or phone, her forehead creased with thought. This wasn't part of the original plan kept annoying her thinking. She decided she needed an assist. She thought for another second, and then she knew. She needed to find...

 James Bond...

In a clever disguise ....Bond uses his alter ego persona.. Randee of the
Redwoods....Cassey knew he and he alone, would know the formula
for the new Rothschild's Bordeaux.... But first she needed his......

she needed James to answer his cell phone. But James was tied up with Pussy Galore and she got his voice mail. So she called...

Sheriff Ounger AKA (OGER).....Cassey did not like him, but knew he was willing to
bend or brake the law for cold hard cash. Ounger was only a poor miner a few years before.
But he learned that by lying, stealing, and nepotism he could reach new heights
in law enforcement....At one time Casseys arch enemy, now an asset when no other
ass would do.

But, Oger's line was busy, so Cassie resorted to calling her father who was a mafia boss.  She hated it when she had to call Daddy, but what else could she do?  


Photo of Cassie's father

Cassie loved her dad, but she was always thankful she took after her mother.

But her mother had some odd personality traits and dog preferences.

Daddy's little girl, who we know as Cassie, was Don "Sonny" Biscotti's most secret weapon. It wasn't often she turned to him for "advice". She preferred to think of herself as the independent, dutiful daughter who loves her family above all else. La famillia, there is no greater loyalty than that. So it disturbed her to think that a poseur had gained access to her apartment. If it weren't for that pack of roving baboons, she might never have noticed that unusual tattoo on his retreating buttock . She wondered, who is this triplet, this look-a-like?  If she could solve the riddle of the tattoo, she mulled, I'll have my answer. She made plans to meet Daddy at Carlo's Bakery in Hoboken, NJ.

On her way there, she concentrated on what she saw, a unique tattoo that....