The door opened suddenly as Alan was looking toward his truck.  He turned and faced a woman with long, thick red hair tied up in a bun, smooth porcelain skin begging to be kissed and touched, and an almost blue robe hugging very generous curves that needed to feel his hands running over them.  His eyes roamed her face and body, checking her out from head to toe.  He felt himself swelling in his brown uniform pants, standing straighter and flexing his muscles.<br/><br/>She said a bunch of things, but he wasn't listening to her, just hearing the sound of her voice.  Her mention of their shared last name snapped him out of his spell, and he closed his mouth so his jaw wasn't hanging loosely.  He licked his lips which became dry and swallowed as the rest of his mouth watered.<br/><br/>"Huh?  Oh, yeah, it<em>is</em>kind of odd.  I haven't been delivering for very long, but I haven't seen anyone else with our last name either.<br/><br/>He handed her the pad and stylus and imagined her soft hands were gripping something else of his that was black, but much bigger.<br/><br/>"McGinn is a pretty rare last name for those of Irish descent, and even more rare for blacks.  I used to think that it meant that my ancestors were owned by your ancestors."<br/><br/>He took the pad and stylus back.<br/><br/>"But it probably meant that my ancestors were freed, moved up north, and were raised in orphanages run by nuns.  The orphans often took the name of the sisters who cared for them."<br/><br/>Alan glanced at the woman's chest and legs one more time before looking down at the pad.<br/><br/>"I suppose I could save us a whole lot of trouble by delivering your package to your store now.  That way, I don't have to take it off the truck now, and you don't have to arrange for shipping later, which would involve me coming back to pick it up anyway, loading it back on the truck, then delivering it elsewhere.  Any chance you can hop in your car and I'll follow you to your store?"<br/><br/>