Special Delivery
By Ann Douglas
Amy Choi stood by the open window of her 16th floor apartment
and watched the sun slowing fade beneath the horizon. It was
Friday night and the 36-year-old Korean was not looking forward
to another night of what the television networks insisted in calling
‘must see TV.’
She really hated the winter, with darkness falling as soon as
she got home. That and the long hours she had been putting in at
work lately had given her a first class case of the blues.
She’d left work early in order to stop off at D’Angelo’s book
store to pick up the latest Anne O' Donnell book that she ordered.
In keeping with the way this day had unfolded, the book had not
come in. Amy had been really looking forward to reading that novel
over the weekend.
A successful businesswoman, the short black haired woman
had been divorced for four years. The cause had been listed in the
court papers as irreconcilable differences. In reality it had come
down to her husband’s inability to accept the fact that she been
more successful in her chosen career than he had been in his.
Originally she’d had a dinner engagement for this evening,
but that had fallen through when her date had hurt his back
playing handball. It was no great loss she told herself. Stephen
Shapiro was a nice guy and all, but he wasn’t really anything more
than someone to have dinner with. Dancing afterwards was also a
possibility. Then again, if things really went well, an early morning
breakfast might’ve been in the cards as well.
In retrospect, Amy thought it was the last possibility that
she was really missing. It had been too long since she’d had male
companionship in her life. She might as well be honest with
herself, she was looking forward to having a man in her bed come
the morning.
“Might as well face it,” Amy said to herself. “Looks like it’s
another Friday night with a couple of D batteries for
companionship.”
That idle thought made her remember that the last time she
had wanted to use her “old reliable” the batteries had been dead.
“There should be a fresh pack in the junk draw.” she
recalled, deciding to make sure while it was still early enough to go
out to the corner store if there wasn’t.
The junk draw, as Amy liked to call it, was the large top
draw of the buffet in her small dining room. Filled with papers,
small booklets, old bills and assorted odds and ends, she was always
promising herself that she would sit down one day and clean it out.
As it was, it was so full that she was barely able to open the draw.
“I really have to clean this.” she admitted as she finally
pulled it open, sending some of the overflow spilling onto the floor.
Sifting through the pile, she quickly found the batteries.
She also found two years worth of birthday and various other
holiday cards. Enough pens and pencils to equip a first grade class.
A combination lock to which she had long ago forgotten the
combination to, and a varied collection of souvenirs.
Carefully she sorted through a pile of envelopes. Old bills,
advertisements, two letters she had written to friends, but had
forgotten to mail. A bright red envelope caught her eyes. Popping
it open and shaking it out, a card fell into her hand.
“I can’t believe I kept this.” Amy said as she turned over the
small embossed business card.
She remembered the day she had won the card. She had
been attending what was supposed to be a serious business
luncheon, but instead turned out to be just another meeting of the
old boys network. Originally, Peter Larson was supposed to be her
company’s representative, but he had a family emergency at the
last moment.
The other members of the circle were quite surprised when
she walked in and sat down. Still, she always tried to fit in and
keep her contacts current. In was in that spirit that she tossed in
her twenty dollars for their monthly raffle, even if she wasn’t
exactly sure what they were raffling off. It must be something
worthwhile, she concluded. With over twenty people around the
table, the pot was almost five hundred dollars.
The funny look on the face of the guy collecting the money
should have told her that something was wrong. That look was
reflected across the table when it turned out she was holding the
winning ticket.
“I guess this is my lucky day.” Amy laughed as she reached
for the prize envelope in the middle of the table.”
She wondered what the prize was as she dropped the
envelope into her purse. Probably theater tickets or something like
that. She wondered why were some of the men around the table
were grinning from ear to ear.
She noticed Jim Shoeman, the unofficial leader of their
little association, wasn’t smiling as he whispering something to
George Haleman. He’d been a late arrival to the meeting and hadn’t
been in on the raffle. The silver haired gentleman seemed none to
happy about it all.
Twenty minutes later when the luncheon was breaking up,
George pulled her over to the side and told her what Jim had told
him.
“There’s been a little mistake.” George said in a quiet tone.
“You really weren’t supposed to be in that raffle.”
“I don’t understand.” Amy replied, a little confused.
“You haven’t looked in the envelope yet, have you?” George
asked.
Now very curious, Amy reached into her purse and pulled out
the bright red envelope. Opening it, she found a small business
card. It simply read, ‘Special Delivery’ and had a small twelve digit
number in the lower left hand corner.
“I still don’t understand.” Amy repeated.
“How do I explain this...” George said hesitantly.
“I’ve always found that straight out is the best way.” Amy
suggested. “I’m a big girl, I don’t offend easily.”
“Well simply put, that card you’re holding is sort of a gift
certificate.” he said.
“What’s ‘Special Delivery’?” Amy asked, more than a little
curious now.
“It’s sort of an escort service.” George said a little
embarrassed.
It all made sense now. They were raffling off a night with a
hooker. No wonder Shoeman was so worried when she won. If that
kind of thing got around it would be trouble for everyone at that
table.
“Mr. Shoeman said he offers his apologies and he’d be happy
to replace the card with something more appropriate.” George said
with a smile.
Amy thought about it a little and then smiled back. She
didn’t get where she was by making enemies over little things. You
fought the battles that were important and let the little ones slide
on by.
“Tell Shoeman that his apology is accepted.” she said. “But
I think I’ll keep this little card as a souvenir. One of these days I
might have to ask him for a favor.”
“Of course.” George agreed. He knew, after all, how the
game was played.
Amy had never called in that favor, but it was nice to know
she could have.
“Maybe I should just call Special Delivery.” Amy joked as
she tossed the card on top of the buffet. “That’s one sure way to
get laid.”
A half hour later, three quarters of the junk draw filled the
waste paper basket. She picked up the last few papers that were
left and one by one they followed into the trash. Then only the
gift card was left.
“I must be really bored.” Amy mused. “I’m wondering how
this works.”
She stared at the card for a while and then thought.
“What the hell, it couldn’t hurt just to call up and ask. Not
that I’d really do anything like that.”
Making herself comfortable on the end of the couch, Amy
dialed the number. It rang a few times, then a soft feminine voice
came on the line.
“Special Delivery, Laura speaking” she said. “May I have your
certificate number?
Impressed by the professionalism in her voice, Amy read off
the twelve-digit number.
“Thank you.” Laura replied as she paused a few moments, no
doubt checking the number on her computer.
Amy tried to picture what Laura might look like, but came up
blank. The stereotype would be to imagine her as some scantily
clad, sexy young thing. The reality was more likely that she was
someone’s grandmother. A second later, Laura came back on the
line.
“How may I help you this evening?” she asked.
“I’m not very sure.” Amy replied. “I sort of won this as a
prize in a raffle and I was wondering how it works.”
“Well I’ll be happy to explain it to you.” Laura went on. “Are
you interested in a male or female escort?
The question took Amy by surprise. Female? She didn’t
think she could ever be that adventurous.
“Definitely male.” Amy answered.
“All right.” Laura said. “Any preferences ... age, race, body
type.”
“I’m not sure, I really haven’t given this much forethought.”
the 36 year old replied.
“Perhaps I might make a few suggestions.” Laura said. “We
do like our clients to enjoy their evenings.”
“Well I do like surprises.” Amy said, a little surprised that
she was really getting into this.
“Perhaps a fantasy then.” Laura offered.
“That sounds right.” Amy replied.
“We do specialize in making fantasies come true.” Laura
said. “Can you tell me a little about yourself?”
Without even thinking about it, Amy did just that.
“I think I have just the thing for you.” Laura said, the smile
on her voice evident in her voice. “If you could just give me your
address and phone number, we could have your package delivered in
about an hour.”
This should have been the point where Amy simply hung up
the phone. Her little game had gone as far as it should have.
Instead, she heard herself giving Laura her address. The phone
representative thanked her and hoped she had a good time.
“Oh shit, what did I do?” Amy asked herself as she looked
at the receiver in her hand in shock. “What did I do?”
A little voice in her head said to call them back, cancel the
order. Then a second, more urgent voice told her not to. After all,
what was life without a little adventure.
It took a few more minutes for Amy to become fully
comfortable with the idea of what she had done. Surprisingly,
that acceptance came easier that she would’ve expected. A few
months without sex did wonders for the lowering of inhibitions.
The decision made, Amy turned her thoughts to what kind of
fantasy Laura had in mind for her. It was so exciting, knowing that
is less than an hour, she was going to share a fantasy with a man
she’d never met. A man who wanted nothing more than to bring her
pleasure. It was crazy. It was absurd. It was intoxicating.
The night was still early, the clock on the wall just nearing
seven. Amy had taken a few minutes to have a quick bite to eat
and clean herself up. She was still wearing the simple gold blouse
and blue skirt she’d worn at the office. Since she didn’t really
know what form her little adventure was going to take, it made
little sense to change.
Every few minutes she glanced at the wall clock. It was
been almost an hour since she’d hung up the phone. At times, she
could hear both the rise and fall of her breaths and the excited
beat of her heart.
When the intercom buzzer to her apartment finally went off
at seven nineteen, Amy jumped as if someone had dropped a hot
poker in her lap. She took a deep breath before hitting the talk
button on the intercom by the door.
“Yes.” she said a little nervously.
“I have a special delivery for ...a Amy Choi.” the voice over
the intercom said.
“Young, the voice sounds young.” Amy thought as she
pressed the access button. “Come on up.” she said.
Standing behind the door, Amy wondered how she would
react when she opened the door. Would she slam it shut and tell
him to go away? Or would she drop to her knees and blow him
right there and then? Hopefully her reaction would be something
in between. She heard the elevator door opening just two doors
down, but resisted the urge to look through the peephole. Better
to get a good look when she opened the door.
“Who is it?” Amy called out automatically as three strong
knocks rapped against the door.
“I have a delivery for ....” the intercom voice began to say as
Amy pulled open the door, unable to take the suspense any longer.
“I’m Amy.” she said as she looked into the face of her
fantasy.
He looked as young as his voice had suggested, no more than
17 or 18. Of course he really wasn’t that young, she thought, just
one of those people who still look like a teen even into their
twenties.
At least two inches taller then her own 5’6”, he had a nice
smile and was generally cute in appearance. Short black hair
framed a handsome dark face, which in turn sat atop a trim body.
Dressed in sneakers, jeans and a red sports jacket, he really looked
like a delivery boy. Right down to the plain brown package he was
carrying in his hand.
“Please come in.” Amy said, her own face flush with
excitement.
“Thank you.” the young dark skinned man said as he stepped
inside.
“It must be pretty cold out there?” Amy said, thinking that
his jacket was way to light for this time of year.
“It’s cold enough to freeze your ... I mean, yes, it’s pretty
cold out there.” he replied.
“I have some hot chocolate if you’d like some.” Amy offered.
“It’ll only take a minutes in the microwave.”
“That would be nice, thank you.” the young man said, his
smile ever brighter.
“I assume this is your last delivery for the night.” Amy said
as she mixed the drink, enjoying getting into the fantasy more that
she expected.
“”Yes it is.” he said. “Where should I put this?” he asked,
remembering the package in his hand.
“Oh just drop it on the table.” Amy said, dismissing the prop
from her mind, concentrating more on the physique beneath his
jacket. “Why don’t you take off your jacket and warm up.” she
suggested.
“Thank you again. I wish all my customers were as
considerate as you.” he replied as he took off his coat and draped
it over the back of the kitchen chair.
While not muscle bound, the body beneath his jacket had a
smooth, well-defined look to it. More a swimmer’s form than a
weightlifters. The white shirt formed a start contrast against his
midnight skin. One that Amy found very erotic.
“Here you go.” the older woman said as she handed him a
large mug of steaming liquid.
“I keep having to say thank you.” he grinned. “I feel I should
be giving you something back for your kindness.”
“What don’t we start with your name? Amy suggested.
“Tyree.” he said as he took a sip of the drink. “Tyree
Greene.”
“Well then your welcome, Tyree Greene.” Amy said warmly.
As Tyree enjoyed the hot chocolate, Amy took a good hard
look at the young man. What lovers she’d had before and after
marriage had all been either Asian or White. She’d never before
considered the idea of a black lover and now found herself
wondering why. Clearly she found him attractive, his dark skin
being a turn on just as some men were turned on just by the fact
that a woman was a blonde or redhead. Or in her own case, just
because she was Asian.
It wasn’t prejudice she thought, at least she hoped it wasn’t.
As a Korean, she’d been subjected to racial comments in her life
but they’d been few and far in-between. In that regard she knew
that she’d been lucky. For every taunt of gook or slant-eyes she
heard in her life, there’d always been a dozen more people who saw
her as a person first.
The pretty woman was also intelligent enough to realize that
she was more accepted in some situations because she was just
that - a pretty woman. Had she been male or unattractive, she
might not have fared as well. There was still a great deal of racial
discrimination in the world and not all of it was obvious. In fact,
the one racial comment said to her that bothered her above all
others was when one of her roommates during her single days had
made a joke about little brown people. Amy had pointed out to her
that as an Asian she was technically one of those little brown
people. Her friend had replied that she always thought of her as
white - or almost white anyways. That had bothered her the most,
her friend’s denial of what she was and being recategorized into
something she found more comfortable.
Yet that was a thought for another day, right now she had a
fantasy to live out. If she was reading the scene right, as the
older woman, she was in the position of seducer. Not a position she
ever expected to find herself in, but after all, this was all make
believe. No matter what happened, they would wind up in bed
together, but she had always thought that getting there was half
the fun.
“I guess I’d better be going.” Tyree said as he finished his
chocolate.
“So soon?” Amy asked in a pout. This was really getting to
be fun. “If you could stick around a little while, maybe we could
come up with another way to warm you up.”
Tyree seemed taken back by Amy’s suggestion. He was a
pretty good actor, she thought as she wondered that maybe he
actually was one. She’d heard that struggling actors took all kinds
of jobs to make ends meet.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” Amy asked as she moved to
within a few feet of her guest.
“Err .. yes.” Tyree said a little hesitantly.
“Do you think I’m sexy?” Amy asked.
“Yes.” Tyree replied.
Amy felt an exotic thrill in being so bold. A thrill that was
reflected in the moist feeling between her legs. In real life she
had never acted so decisively in a situation like this. Not even when
she had been married. Then again, in a situation like this, she
couldn’t do any wrong. Even if she suddenly reached down Tyree’s
pants and grabbed his cock, the young man would react favorably
to the action. But where would be the fun in that.
“My tits are too small though.” Amy continued as she pushed
her small rounded breasts up with her hands.
“No, not at all.” Tyree said as he looked down at her
breasts.
“You don’t think they’re too small?” she repeated.
“No, I think they’re fine, just like they are.” he stammered.
“Really?” Amy said, of course he was going to agree with
her. He was being paid to do so -- well paid she added as she
remembered how large the raffle pot had been. “I thought all men
liked big boobs.”
“I don’t know, I just think they look nice.”
“Do you have a girlfriend, Tyree?” she asked.
“Yes, I mean, well ... not really.” he replied. There’s a girl I
go out with but she’s not really my girlfriend or anything.”
“What’s her name?” asked a curious Amy.
“Beverly.” Tyree answered.
“Does Beverly have big tits?” Amy again asked inquisitively.
“Not really.” he said.
“What’s not really, bigger than mine, smaller?” Amy probed
further.
“A little bigger than yours.” he admitted.
“Then you do prefer bigger breasts?”
“No, I mean I think they’re bigger.” the excited young man
said.
“You think? You mean you’ve never seen them.” Amy asked.
“No.” he said, the disappointment in his voice clearly
evident.
“Have you ever seen any woman naked?”
“Well, I’ve seen my sisters a few times -- by accident.” he
admitted, hoping that counted.
“You’ve never been with a woman before, have you?” she
asked.
“No, well, one of the women in my building have me a handjob
once but she moved out after that.” said Tyree.
“This is too much.” Amy thought. “Not only do I get to
seduce the delivery boy, but I get to deflower a virgin as well.
This is worth every dollar the guys paid for it.”
“Would you like to see my breasts?” Amy asked as she undid
the top two buttons of her blouse.
Tyree was so taken by the question he couldn’t answer.
Instead he just nodded his head yes.
Amy could feel his eyes glued to her bosom as she continued
to undo her buttons. It wasn’t long before her blouse hung free
and only a small white bra covered her mounds. She reached
behind her back and undid the small clasp, letting the
undergarment fall free.
Tyree’s eyes popped as her dark brown nipples came into
view. Amy’s nipples were already standing erect, looking for all the
world like a pair of pencil erasers.
“Do you like them?” she asked as she ran her hands across
them.
“They’re beautiful.” Tyree said, taking in every aspect of
them.
“You can touch them if you want.” she offered.
Immediately, before she had a chance to change her mind, a
pair of coal black hands closed on the soft golden orbs. His touch
was a little rough at first as he just squeezed them, but with a
little urging, he began to massage them instead,
“That’s feels nice.” Amy said. “You can kiss them too if you
want.”
. Raising one to his mouth, he began to suck on it. Like with
his hands, he was rough at first, but Amy guided him in a soft
understanding voice, teaching him how to use his tongue. Then how
to suck the aureole into his mouth and use his teeth to give just
the right touch of both pleasure and pain.
Moving to the other breast, Tyree showed that he was
indeed a quick learner. Amy arched back and closed her eyes in
enjoyment as the boy continued to suckle at her tits. She really
missed things like this and couldn’t wait until Tyree's cock was
buried in her already wet pussy.
“Now its your turn.” Amy said as she grabbed the edges of
his shirt and pulled it up over his chest.
“Very nice.” she noted as she reached out and ran her
fingers across Tyree's hairless chest. "So smooth...so sexy.." Amy
mused as she played with his nipples.
Tyree was surprised that felt so good, he'd never thought of
men having sensitive nipples.
"That feels nice..." he said.
"That's only the start." Amy said as she bent forward and
licked the nipple with her tongue.
Then she moved to the other nipple, sucking it just as she
had taught him to do a little while before. Her ex-husband used to
love it when she did this to him. Yet at the same time he was
reluctant to surrender control of their lovemaking to her. It was
just one of their many problems.
Amy moved up from his chest and reached behind his head,
caressing it with her fingernails. Pulling him toward her, she kissed
him for the first time. Gently at first, then harder. A second kiss
followed, then a third. Finally she opened her mouth and slid her
tongue into his.
Tyree quickly reacted to the warm, slippery tongue in his
mouth. It wasn’t the first time he had been kissed that way, but it
was the best. Instinctively he began to reach out with his own
tongue. Both tongue mixed as they licked each other, exploring
the new tastes.
"Are you ready for more?" Amy asked after a final kiss.
"Oh yes. he said excitedly.
“Call me Amy.” she said.
“Oh yes, Amy” he responded.
“Then lets get you a little more comfortable.” she laughed as
she began to undo his belt buckle and pulled down his pants.
The outline of his youthful cock was already clearly evident
in his white briefs. At a quick glance, Amy would’ve guessed he was
about 7” fully hard. Grasping the elastic of his underwear and
pulling it down as well, her guess was proven correct.
“Now that looks yummy.” she grinned as the Asian woman
ran her fingers up and down his young manhood, tickling it with her
fingers as she did. Reaching down to cup his balls, she played with
them as well. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked.
Not expecting an answer, Amy reached down into her
underwear with her free hand and lightly stroked her saturated
mound. It was like touching a match to gasoline. The 36 year old
couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so horny.
“It gets better.” Amy promised her young captive as she
held tight to his cock.
Tyree quickly lost himself in the pleasure Amy's fingers
brought him. Her experienced touch was quickly evident as she
brought him to the verge of orgasm.
"I think I'm going to come..." He said as he closed his eyes.
A sudden warm wetness engulfed his cock, causing Tyree's
eyes to spring open. To his astonishment, Amy had taken his hard
cock into her mouth and was now sucking it with vigor. Tyree felt
the sensation of her sucking down to his toes. He was so close it
hurt. Amy clamped her fingers around the base of his cock,
another trick she had learned while married, preventing him from
ejaculating. Every lick of her tongue, every time she mouth him
whole, caused Tyree to feel like he was going to explode. But it
was such a wonderful feeling.
Finally, Amy released her hold on his ball sac and felt the
rush of hot cum erupt from them -- a second before it began to
shoot into her mouth. She deep throated his cock, catching every
spurt of salty cum. It was a taste to be savored.
After what seemed like an endless supply of cum, his cock
began to soften and Amy let it slip from her mouth. She wiped
her lips with her tongue, catching the few drops with had escaped
her.
"Did you enjoy that?" She asked.
"I don't think enjoy is the word......" Tyree panted. "I feel
like I've had a revelation."
“Maybe we both did.” Amy chuckled.
Just then, the phone in the living room rang, but Amy wasn’t
about to get up and answer it. She told Tyree to ignore it as well,
the answering machine would pick it up on the third ring. Nothing
could be as important as what she was doing right now. Sure
enough, the machine came on as predicted and she turned her full
attention to the matter at hand -- or mouth as the case might be.
"Are you ready for more?" Amy asked after a final kiss.
"Oh yes!!"
"Then follow me." she said as she led him into her bedroom
and sat him down on the edge of her bed.
“I'm going to teach you one of the most important thing a
young man can learn about pleasing a woman." she said as she took
off first her skirt, then the panties beneath it.
The look in Tyree’s eyes as she raised one leg up onto the
bed to give him a good look at her hairy pussy was almost enough to
make her think it was the first time he’d ever seen one up close.
Of course she knew better, but it was nice to get caught up in the
fantasy.
Amy reached down and parted her cunt lips with her fingers,
allowing Tyree easy access. Following her instructions, the boy
reached out with his tongue and touched her wetness. Like
everything else he tried, his first attempt was awkward but
improved under Amy’s instruction.
Encouraged, he reached out again and drove his tongue in as
deep as it would go. Amy let out a soft moan. It was here that his
experience showed, the older woman thought. There was no way
someone who’d never done this before could be that good.
Tyree then ran his tongue up and down the length of her
cunt, stoking the fire building within Amy. At times it was only a
touch, only a caress, but it was enough to cause the older woman to
shake with abandon. There was no doubt about it, the ebony
skinned young man was a skilled cunteater.
"Oh yes..Tyree....eat me...." Amy yelled as she grabbed hold
of his head and pushed his mouth deeper between he legs. "Eat my
pussy...God....yes!"
A steady flow of nectar now coated his tongue and mouth as
he attacked Amy's womanhood once more. He wanted it to never
end, so he was momentarily disappointed when Amy pulled him up
from between her thighs.
"I want you inside me.." she said before he could say a word.
"I want to fuck me!"
Amy quickly took hold of his now rock hard cock and guided
it to her dripping hole. Lubricated with pussyjuice it slid deep
within her, as her cunt wrapped around it. For this he needed no
instruction, he'd done in his dreams a thousand times.
With boyish energy he repeatedly slammed his pelvis against
hers, slapping his balls against the outer walls of her pussy.
Amy grabbed his asscheeks and added her own energy to his
thrusts. They moved like a well-lubricated machine, each
responding to the other's body. With each movement, both could
feel the eruption building inside.
Tyree's body tensed up, telling Amy that he was about to
cum. She took firm hold of his ass and rammed his body into her,
just as the first hot spurts of cum filled her pussy. Her arms held
him tight as they continued to trash wildly for several more
seconds, until Amy was sure she had pumped every last drop from
his cock. Then they both lay silent and still.
After a minute or two, Amy eased the boy off her and onto
his back. His cock was once again semi-soft, coated with a thick
mix of both their juices. Bringing her mouth down to it, she began
to lick it clean.
As soon as she was done, Tyree, now forever changed,
confidently pulled her up and kissed her. The kiss was both long
and tender.
“That was fun.” Amy beamed as they finally broke their
embrace. “More fun than I’ve had in a very long time.” Mentally
she added, “A lot more fun than I ever would’ve had with Stephen.”
“I guess I really should be going.” Tyree said, all of a sudden
feeling a little self-conscious at what had just happened.
“Do you really have to go?” Amy asked.
“My parents were expecting me a half hour ago.” Tyree
replied.
“Keeping in character to the end.” Amy thought. “Do you
have a personal business card?” she asked, thinking she might
want to try this again sometime.
“No, I don’t have anything like that.” Tyree replied as he
dressed, his response projecting a feeling that he thought it was a
strange question.
“Oh well, I guess I could always just call the main business
number.” She mused.
“I guess.” Tyree said as she searched for his shoes. “But
they really don’t like us getting personal calls.”
“Oh I understand.” Amy said as she covered herself with a
robe. “Business first, I understand that all too well.”
Escorting Tyree to the door, Amy couldn’t resist kissing him
one last time. Even though this was no more real than a movie, it
was still going to be a night to remember. Keeping the door open a
crack, she watched him until her temporary lover disappeared into
the elevator.
“I should call them back and compliment Laurie on her choice
of fantasies.” Amy reflected as she strode back into the living
room.
Sitting down next to the phone, Amy remembered the
flashing light on the answering machine and hit the play button. To
her surprise, it was Laurie’s voice on the tape.
“Ms. Choi, this is Laurie at Special Delivery.” the tape
began. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to cancel your appointment
this evening. The young man who was scheduled to come over was
involved in a minor traffic accident while enroute. Nothing too
serious, but he did require a couple of stitches when he banged his
head. Again we apologize. Please call us back and we’ll be happy to
schedule a new appointment as well as upgrade you to make up for
tonight’s inconvenience.”
“What?!?!?!” Amy called out. “He wasn’t from Special
Delivery?”
Almost in a state of panic, the normally cool businesswoman
jumped up -- filled with the need to do something. But what?
Then she remembered that Tyree had been carrying a
package when he first showed up.
Running out to the kitchen, she ripped the plain paper
wrapping away to reveal the copy of the new Anne O' Donnell book
she’d been waiting for. Attached to it was a small handwritten
note.
“The book you ordered came in not 15 minutes after you left.
Since you’re such a good customer and I know you said you were
looking forward to reading it this weekend, I’m asking one of my
stockboys to drop it off on his way home. I do appreciate your
business and hope to serve you as well in the future. ... James
D’Angelo.”
“Omigod!!!” Amy gasped as she covered her mouth with her
hand. “It was all real!”
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1997
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