Denise had just walked in from the backyard when the doorbell rang. She had been laying out in the summer sun, dressed in her favorite yellow bikini, and working on her tan.
I wasn’t expecting anyone to stop by today, the young, single, and attractive high school teacher thought, as she walked towards the front door. Just as she got to it, the doorbell rang again. Denise peeked through the keyhole and saw a delivery woman with a package in her hand.
I wonder what it could be! She thought excitedly, as she opened the door. The woman was standing there, dressed in a typical delivery person’s uniform; in one hand, she had a parcel that was about a foot wide, maybe sixteen inches across, and about eight inches deep. In her other hand, she held a clipboard.
“I have a package for a Denise. Is that you?”
Denise nodded. “Yes, that’s me! Please, come in, you can set it on the table right here,” and