Making It Obvious

The more we contemplated the more our visitor kept knocking at the door. There was a rush of adrenaline in me.

"Go back to the room and continue with your work. No matter what happens, don't panic. We will get by !" I told him and then left to meet my visitor. Johnny obeyed me and tiptoed to the other room where he began working on the faulty air-conditioner again.

I gathered some courage and then opened the door to see who has been knocking on my door. The pretence was not there anymore, this time, it was reality.

At last, there he was, the mailman. He was dressed in a black suit and looked handsome but, not as him as my Johnny. I guess I was still under the influence of my lust for Johnny.

The mailman opened his white teeth while shifting the file he was holding from his left to his right hand. "Good afternoon Mam! I'm here to deliver your message..."

I watched him spill all that he had in his mouth, all in the name of adhering to the ethics of his occupation. He handed me a sheet