But right now, it certainly doesn't feel like an adventure. Right now you are standing in the rain, bike in hand, heavy bags full of post attached to ...the back wheel. It is your first real day on the job, after a week of training with the most horribly smelly, tear-jerkily boring old bag of farts you had ever met.You were forced by your mother to apply for the job at this old postal company. Your local postman was about to retire, and was desperately looking for a replacement. Your mother just. Resisting Mistress was not an option and so I just had to figure out a way to make it happen. "Good girl. Get to work." Mistress Sarah hung up. I took a deep breath and quietly entered the house. The house was dark and silent. I walked slowly into the living room, trying to remember all her orders. A brown fur sofa caught my attention immediately. I chuckled to myself, knowing the fur was one of Mistress Sarah's favourite indulgences. An image formed in my mind of her naked and rubbing her. Mincing in small steps I crossed the kitchen and arrived in front ofthe door of the day room. Linda must have heard me coming because shesaid pleasantly, "Do come in sweetie and let me see how you look."I hesitantly entered and said in my adopted slightly husky femininevoice, "Here I am Linda."She raised her eyes from her book and looked at me with obviouscuriosity as I was trying to be as natural as possible, a small sillysmile framing my made up face."You definitely look better than I would. He checked the covers on the spare bed, found her a t-shirt to sleep in and gathered a few miniature toiletries he’d kept from hotel stays. He wished he’d had longer to prepare, but did the best he could for her. By the time he joined her on the sofa she was onto her second beer and grateful for his efforts. “You didn’t need to,” her puppy dog eyes looked over to him. “ I’d’ve been fine with a sleeping bag and an old toothbrush.” They had one final round of recounting their jump .