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A Mailman

By Isa Adam

Copyright@2018 by Isa Adam

Smashwords Edition

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.

Aria had been standing by the window for a whole thirty minutes before she spotted the familiar truck slow down. She froze with her nose pressed into the window so that she could hardly breathe. However, that was entirely out of her mind. All that she could think of was how she was going to get close enough to Old Man James (the name they'd so fondly given the mailman even though his actual name was Fred). Aria had thought this over lots of times and knew it would be as easy as pie to get close to the slow man and distract him. Getting the letters, however, would be another matter altogether.

"What the hell?" she exclaimed to herself. The man emerging from the truck bore no resemblance to Old Man James. Where the other man was lean and with a head full of gray hair, this man was much younger and if she had to admit it, a bit attractive. How was she ever going to get mail past this one?

Aria decided to act anyway despite the inconvenience set upon her by this stranger. She headed outside with a basket of muffins keeping an eye out for any peeping housewives who would no doubt want the opportunity to speak to the new mailman. It was what a lot of them did at this time of the morning. Aria had to walk fast enough to catch up with the mailman but not so fast that it seemed too obvious that she was following him. She timed her steps perfectly and with precision, 'bumped' into him.

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