I close the door and head off to the club.I walk into the night club which is extremely busy with people dancing on the dance floor. I have a quick lo...k for you before heading to the bar for a drink, my heart pounding, knowing that you are in the same room as me, possibly watching me. My phone vibrates in my pocket; the text reads, "Hey there, I can see you, come meet me on the dance floor." I make my way through the busy dance floor before coming across you dancing there in a wee, red, short,. I didn’t want to upset my sister after making a promise. Dad taught me to be a man of my word, so I couldnt end up empty handed. Luckily, Ani was busy looking for a new brush and choosing a color for anything takes her all day. I finally saw her, she was looking at the magazine rack instead and right in front of the Men’s health section of all places. I walked over and quickly poked her in the shoulder. “Hey, watcha looking at?”She let out a cute little yelp. “Nothing! Was just looking. "Looks good" He said, signing next to their agreement. He continued. "We agree to a substantial raise as well as authority over the front of the house. This includes closing the restaurant, the key to the restaurant, hiring, training, and firing of employees. Will also need your help in creating a new wine menu and other aspects of running the establishment. Works for you as well yes?"Eric nodded, folding up his copy of the papers and putting them into his pocket. "Sounds perfect boss, look. This story involves our post man Ross. He had been our postman for as long as I can remember, and was friendly with us all. He was 51 years old, about 6ft tall, head shaved bald and sporting a white goatee he was a handsome older gentleman (I had wanked a couple of times as I spied at him from my bedroom window and wondered what was under those trousers). He had a stocky build and nice smile he handled himself well and you could tell years of lugging around a heavy postbag had kept him in shape.