FourRodney Walker walked along the pavement, dodging moms with buggies and pensioners with tartan trolleys. The weather had turned, summer creeping slowly into autumn. His cargo shorts were stowed in his chest of drawers until next year. Although he knew that wearing trousers instead of shorts would relieve the ribbing that he received from his fellow postmen. He was tall and gangly, with legs that were the same thickness at the calf and thigh. His ginger hair was closely cropped and looked like it needed a good wash. He was slightly hunched at the shoulder, giving him an older appearance than his forty six years spent on Earth. He'd never been a looker. Far from it. But that didn't bother Rodney. He was constantly on heat. He would try it on with any woman, being rebutted on nearly every
