Late in the afternoon, Marc returned from a long run and turned onto his street. The UPS truck passed him and stopped near his place. He spied the driver, Jeannette, with her snug shirt, tight t**s, clinging shorts, and perfect, blonde ponytail. He could see how some guys would have crushes on her. She delivered some packages and returned to her truck as Marc ran up.
“Hi, Jeannette. Why are you working on Saturday?”
Her smile lit her face, but fatigue was obvious. “Filling in. Two drivers are off for vacation and injury.” She slapped the hood of her truck as the engine stalled. She jumped in, but it failed to start. Obviously, the battery was on disability, too. “Shit.”
“Can’t you call?”
“I just want to go home. It’s the end of the day. I don’t want to wait for a tow truck. It’s been s
