Every work has a great number of insufferable people one must deal with, a customer who looks down on you simply because they make a ‘little more’, a customer who acts like a brat because ‘they could’ and dealing with customers who were…. A tad too ‘friendly’ for Waheed’s liking. The day started out normally enough, after eating a healthy breakfast at the tavern he had begun his day of delivering letters and parcels. One parcel had to be delivered to a knight posted at the city gates, unfortunately while the knights were usually chivalrous in their nature, the increasing heat that indicated Summer’s close arrival had caused this knight to be a tad temperamental as he sweltered in his plate armor. It was simple enough though, he just delivered it and went out of the knight’s way and on to deliver the next parcel. This parcel was to be delivered to a Mrs. Gladstone; incidentally she lived near his own apartment as a neighbor.
‘Dear Yahal, get me through this ordeal’ It was an ordeal because Mrs. Gladstone, her first name was Miralda, was a widowed woman in her sixties, her husband passing a mere two years ago. It wasn’t that she was some horrible woman, she was quite nice honestly….. But she was also a women who had lost a husband, thus, she was lonely. As Waheed arrived at the area, taking slow steps towards Mrs. Gladstone’s door and knocked a few times. Now, if one is wondering, what is the problem with the lonely widowed woman? The answer was simple, she wanted company…. And not in the form of ‘chatting’ but rather, in the form of ‘predatory action’. As the door opened, there was Mrs. Gladstone, wearing a loose outfit that revealed her ample cleavage, even in her old age she had a form one would envy ‘Why Waheed, another package already? It’s the third time this week’ She said with a seductive smile.
Waheed would definitely be lying if he said he did not find her attractive, a frightening thing that a woman who was in her sixties had such an attractive body ‘I’m certain you had something to do with it ma’am’ He wanted to say accusingly, but instead “Well ma’am you must be quite popular to receive a package so frequently” He said politely and flashed a friendly smile, He had his ever so wandering eyes focused on her face rather than her bossom, else she might get the wrong idea……
‘Dear Yahal, get me through this ordeal’ It was an ordeal because Mrs. Gladstone, her first name was Miralda, was a widowed woman in her sixties, her husband passing a mere two years ago. It wasn’t that she was some horrible woman, she was quite nice honestly….. But she was also a women who had lost a husband, thus, she was lonely. As Waheed arrived at the area, taking slow steps towards Mrs. Gladstone’s door and knocked a few times. Now, if one is wondering, what is the problem with the lonely widowed woman? The answer was simple, she wanted company…. And not in the form of ‘chatting’ but rather, in the form of ‘predatory action’. As the door opened, there was Mrs. Gladstone, wearing a loose outfit that revealed her ample cleavage, even in her old age she had a form one would envy ‘Why Waheed, another package already? It’s the third time this week’ She said with a seductive smile.
Waheed would definitely be lying if he said he did not find her attractive, a frightening thing that a woman who was in her sixties had such an attractive body ‘I’m certain you had something to do with it ma’am’ He wanted to say accusingly, but instead “Well ma’am you must be quite popular to receive a package so frequently” He said politely and flashed a friendly smile, He had his ever so wandering eyes focused on her face rather than her bossom, else she might get the wrong idea……
