Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.
Now come, on the other hand, is another matter entirely. Stickier than snow, slicker than rain, it can certainly slow them down quite a bit—gloom of night or not.
Least that’s what I counted on. With Tom, that is. My mailman. My all-man, he-man, fantasy-man, mailman, Tom. Yep, a lot of words for one mail carrier. But Tom, in fact, was a lot of man. A whole hell of a lot, actually.
Picture, if you will, Adonis in blue: pale blue, short sleeved, open-collared shirt, a hint of russet-hued chest hair poking out, biceps bulging at the seams; navy blue shorts, snug in the rump, tree-trunk-thick thighs rammed through, bulge in the front so massive it made boulders envious
