Dewberry Lane

Jim arrives at an older neighborhood but still nice by middle class standards. He passes by the mid century brick homes with their white columns and mature trees till he arrives at the house he was looking for. He parks the truck, grabs his clip board and enters the back cargo area.

Jim exits his delivery truck with a hard cover book sized package for Gracie. In the driveway is an older model Volkswagen with stickers covering the back window and bumper. Most are science fiction/fantasy literary references.

The house is surrounded by mature trees and thick bushes and shrubs. Jim knocks on the craftsman wooden door which is a rich deep mahogany color.

No answer.

Jim checks the clipboard. This package was marked as signature required and the status was priority time sensitive. It appears a vehicle was here and surely someone paying this much extra would be available for the delivery. No phone number was listed for Gracie.

Jim knocks again.

No answer.

It is not typical but Jim decides to go around back. He follows a quaint stone paver trail, passes an open gate which appears it needed painted years ago. The back yard needs serious trimming but looked like a picture out of an English garden. Or at least would if it weren't so over grown. It is charming and secluded in its own way.

He looks in the back door window and knocks gently.

No answer.

Jim looks around in the back yard and sees a shed with double doors open. Upon closer inspection it is not a garden or tool shed but rather a cute 'she-shed' with a sofa, floral drapes, soft pillows, two chairs, and a small library of books stacked up around the space.

Laying on the sofa, apparently asleep, is a woman in her early 30s with thick wire framed glasses and a messy bun of dark blonde/brown hair. A book lies open on her ample chest. She wears a thin loose fitting blue buttoned blouse and a tan skirt which stopped just above her knees. This woman embodies the hot librarian look.

Jim notices the book cover picture has a well muscled man with long flowing hair and an open shirt. A large breasted woman in a sheer gossamer dress clings to the man on the cover.

As Jim looks at the book he also notices her blouse open at the top. Her chests heaves with each inhale, she is deep in REM sleep. The cleavage on display causes Jim's blood to pump a little faster. However, the books is obscuring the view.