Postal malarkey...

[hirez]

There's an Amazonian package waiting for me when I tumble sweatily through the door after walking home from work.

"Strange" I think, "I don't recall having anything on back-order..."

Some cardboard wrestling later, it becomes clear that I have a nonymous benefactress. (As opposed to an anonymous one)

Thank you very much. You're an angel.

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[sarah-mum.livejournal.com]

Excuse me while I slip into private revery at the thought of am "Aamazonian Package" Mmmm.

Oh, a parcel of books? How sweet.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

Muscular totty, panting somewhat and glistening after running all the way from the post-office? Black sleeveless shirt clinging cheerily to her heaving chest?

Suits you, ma'am...

[sarah-mum.livejournal.com]

But enough about you...

More Warrior Princess with a surprise in her leather pants actually, but that's probably *way* to much info!

[countb.livejournal.com]

I
need
to
lie
down

[hirez.livejournal.com]

:p

I like the way your mind works, young Bob.

[sarah-mum.livejournal.com]

Mutual.

I strongly suggest you convert to Mormon, or become the Marquis of Bath.