Don't ask don't tell...

I went home this afternoon at lunchtime to a package propped up against my door. A good sized one at that. I wondered what I had ordered, but didn’t dwell on it for long. I am constantly ordering crap online and from the television. The “But Wait, there is more” gets me every time. It is not unusual for a package to show up unexpectedly. I grabbed the package in my recently gimped arms and fumbled with the lock and went inside. Like a kid at Christmas, I went at the package with the closest thing available, my keys. It took me just as much time if not more using the keys as it would have if I’d went and gotten a pair of scissors or a knife. After some creative maneuvering and cursing the package was opened and I dove into the massive sea of packing peanuts and started pulling out the contents. With each item I pulled from the medium sized box, it was becoming very clear that I did not order any of this. The package contained several “Adult Toys” and other erotica. I won’t go into details, but it was geared towards a certain “Lifestyle” or “Fetish”. One could make a claim it was a combination of the two. I carefully inspected the items, which were package from the online store where they were purchased. For a second I wondered if maybe I had ordered them in some drunken haze, then concluded that there was no way these were mine. I went through the remains of the package and packing material to find the label. I found it and immediately realized what had occurred.
A couple of weeks back two girls moved in next door. I have them pegged as Lesbians, but in my mind any decent looking female is pretty much a drink away from hot lesbian action. Ever since they moved in I have wondered. I have not seen any guys coming and going, but hey, I could be wrong. From the contents of the package however, they were not only carpet munchers, they were into the freaky and kinky side of life. To each their own I say. Then it hit me. “Oh shit”, I thought. How am I going to explain this? “Why did you open the package”, I could hear them say. I pictured myself there in front of their door for the first time, “Hi, I am Mike from next door. I think this belongs to you”. Not good Mike, not good at all. I thought about getting out the tape and trying to re-assemble the package as if it were never opened. Even if I were that good, the label was in half. I would never get away with it.
So my dilemma is by now, obvious. The thought of the two freaky girls next door is, well, “A pleasant one”. How are they going to react? Should I just leave it open at their door? No, then more people would see their “private, freaky, you’re going to hell” items. That is not good. Should I knock and tell them of how terribly sorry and embarrassed I am (then hope they invite me in for????).