Leslie's delicate fingers wrapped around the package and she tingled with excitement. She couldn't even remember what she had ordered but the dopamine surge began when her fingers touched the cardboard box. 

Leslie had an online shopping addiction. 

Boxes lay scattered about her cluttered apartment. Clothes, crafts, appliances–you name–it lay haphazardly in piles on top of furniture and on the floor. A few items found permanent homes, but many resided in the boxes they had arrived in. 

But Leslie didn't care. As an executive she made good money. She paid her bills, she worked out, and she always had a new outfit or lipstick color when she went out.

But the delivery man, a hulking figure who stood now in her doorway, didn't release the package and dart off to his next delivery as Leslie had expected. Fixated on her purchase, she hadn't even looked at him when she had opened the door.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," said Roy. "This package requires signature and verification of recipient. I will need to see your ID."

Leslie flashed Roy an irritated look. She recognized him as the local UPS man assigned to their neighborhood. Other tenants in the apartment complained he was a rule stickler, refusing to let tenants in behind him at the front door even if they were weighed down with groceries. 

"Sure, let me find my purse," said Leslie.

Rule follower, she thought, giving Roy a sneer while she rummaged around the living room looking for her purse. 

"Hang on," she said, darting into the bedroom. "Found it," she said, returning to the front door. She dug through her purse only to find her wallet missing.

She stood now directly in front of Roy and could smell his musky deodorant. He also smelled faintly of cardboard from all the boxes he handled.

"Look," she said sweetly, putting her hand back on the box. "You know me, you've delivered dozens of packages to my house," she gave the box a sharp tug towards her, but Roy held on tight.

"Sorry, but signature and verification of recipient ID is required," he said.

They stood face-to-face, eyes locked. Then finally Leslie yanked hard on the package. It broke free from Roy's hands and she retreated into her apartment. Roy ran in after her and chased her around the sofa. He grabbed at the package but though Leslie was small she was spry.

Roy missed but succeeded in tackling Leslie on the sofa, they rolled onto the floor, Roy on top. Again they locked eyes. 

Sparks flew. Clothing ripped off.  Roy and Leslie made mad passionate love. When they had finished they lay together on the floor. Leslie lit two cigarettes and passed one to Roy. They smoked lazily basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"So are you satisfied with my identity?" asked Leslie.

"I'm more than satisfied by you," said Roy, wrapping an arm around Leslie and licking her neck.

"So I can have my package?" she asked, tapping her cigarette nonchalantly into the pot of an artificial plan that still sat in the box it was delivered in.

"No," said Roy. "Not without ID verification of signature.

Leslie pushed him away with a snarl.

Roy wrapped a large hand around the back of her head and pulled her in for a long passionate kiss. Leslie's body melted at his touch.

 "But I can return and try for delivery again tomorrow," said Roy.