Monty was busy and tired, 60 hrs a week at the factory was more than his body was wanting in this heat, still he arrived at his 2cnd job right on time for the evening rush. Summer was in full swing, the lake town was full of money laden tourists, college kids filled the beaches every day, Liquor and convenience store kept open all hours of the day and night. This 2cnd income would make a dream come true and unknowingly make dreams of long ago reality.

the evening started relatively slow, a couple of deliveries to the Westport kids, another down town to the SHOP, Monty loved delivering to the SHOP, a cold beer was the tip he never had to report. Setting there visiting with his old school buddies , his pager began its bleeting, beckoning him back to the store. Hot delivery, hot day and things got hotter.

Big order, the seat was full and where it was going, something did not add up. No one had lived in the Johnson home for a couple years. Maybe someone had bought the place, a real fixer upper.
As he entered the drive, his eyes first gazed upon a very nice jeep, riding high on swampers, black with a white bikini top, thinking to himself, this might be a kid just using the place for the summer, just hangin out, saving the rent money for booze and broads.

Parking in front of the house, music pored from the house, windows open, fans chopping the air moving heat from one spot to the next. Monty walked to the door, Precariously he balanced the packages, barely able to press the doorbell button , nearly dropping his order. Singing was drifting out the windows, not music but singing, that voice, he knew the voice, but that was long ago. Still no answer at the door, Monty kicked at the hardwood door three times, couldn't knock as his hands were full.

the singing stopped, the voice asked "Who's there" Monty replied. "Delivery' he could hear some shuffling, a door open and then close, followed by the unmistakable sounds of wet bare feet coming down a hall way.

It had been ten years since they last saw each other, She was valedictorian, he was an aggie. they didnt travel the same circles then and it was plain to see by the jeep, they still didn't.

She stood there in a towel, hair slipping down into her face, water droplets glistening at the top of her cleavage, she continued drying at her hair, barely even acknowledging his presence. "How much" her words stung at him, reminding him she was way out of his league. "62 Dollars Sammie, but make it 60, I wont take the delivery fee"
Up until now she did not see the man before her, and upon hearing his voice, she almost chuckled his name til her eyes fed over his tanned muscular arms and powerful chest, "Monty, dang, how longs it been, you certainly grew up while I was away"
Monty's blush was hidden by his neatly trimmed beard, but his eyes let her know the compliment was well received, he replied " yea Sammie lots of things have changed since back in school"
She reached for her purse on the desk by the door, the towel slipping a lil lower on her body, just enough to make part of a tattoo on her left breast visible. "Like what Monty? seems this is the same shithole I left years ago" "I do got to admit, the place has done you some good. How'd you get to be so big?"

"Well after your dad threw me in jail for our little incident, I had to work a lot to pay off the attorney, stayed in shape, kept myself busy"

half heartedly laughing Sammie asked,"your not still mad over that are you" knowing full and well her scream of rape all those years ago had made this mans life a lot tougher than it should have been. "yea, Im still pissed. Pissed that I spent a month in lockup for something I didn't do, pissed that it cost me $25,000.00 just to be able to walk around free, but even more pissed that I didn't rape you like I should have"
She saw his stare, saw the gleam in his eyes, she knew this was make or break time. Coyly she said. "I wouldnt mind being raped by you now" as the towel fell to the floor, winking at his glare.

There she stood, buck naked for all the world to see, succulent breasts, nipples ripe and firm from the air that caressed across them, a butterfly tattoo on her left breast, toned and sexy, the tan lines of a thong guided his view to a sculpted landing strip. This woman had her way with men as a girl, and now before him stood his only object of affection, waiting , willing, wanting her lips wet by her tongue, perspiration beading on her upper lip, almost pouting for him to take her.

He wanted her, needed her, would this not make everything right in his world. Still, the torment of what happened years before made him think, What if she screams again, No I can't let this happen.

Monty reaches out towards Sammie, she leans in to meet his hand with her tight little body as he snatches the 3 twentys from her hand
"keep the tip Sammie, I'll be seeing you later"







Will Sammie scream rape, will Monty show her how big he is
will Monty's pager go off prematurely

tune in next week for another steamy day in the life of a delivery man