After wavering for ages, I finally screwed up my courage and pressed the doorbell for Building 18, Unit 3, Room 302, which was right across from mine. I traded a look with the deliveryman at my side. His face had a panicked, deer-in-the-headlights look, and he seemed even more jittery than I was. Before either of us could say a word, we heard a creak and the door opened. A woman stepped out-a sweet-faced young woman with a body that could stop traffic. "E-excuse me, are you Ms. Colette Warth?" the deliveryman managed at last. I gave her a quick, guilty once-over. She'd clearly opened in a rush and hadn't had time to throw anything else on; she wore a black silk camisole nightdress, the thin silk baring her shoulders and showing a deep, generous cleavage. Maybe she had not expected to find a guy like me on her doorstep. I could tell, even through that thin silk, that her nipples had tightened into two soft, rosy points, which sent a jolt through me. "Is there a package for me?" Even her voice was intoxicating. "Y-yes," the deliveryman said, sweat beading at his hairline. "Then bring it here so I can sign. Is business so slow from the heat that you needed two guys for one package?" She teased, then flicked her gaze over me. That bright look made me think at once of the thing inside the box. How would she use it? The thought sent a wicked little tingle through my chest. Truth be told, I had a girlfriend back in my hometown, but a girlfriend back home doesn't do much for a man's immediate needs. The moment that image rose, something stirred below my belt, answering on its own. "W-well, it's like this…" the deliveryman stammered again. I guessed he was not normally the type to freeze up at the sight of a beauty. More likely, just like me, he had already connected this young woman with the big, rigid toy in that box. I jumped in first. "Look, I'm not the delivery guy. I came up with him to apologize to you." "Oh?" The young woman lifted her eyes to me again. It hit me like a bolt from the blue; if I hadn't braced myself, I'd have been toast. "I was rushing to the office and failed to see him coming on his bike. We bumped into each other and dropped your package. I do not know if there is anything valuable inside. Why don't you open it and check? If anything's broken, I'll pay for it." "Oh?" She took the parcel and turned it once in her hands. "It should be fine. There is nothing that valuable inside. Let's leave it at that." She signed 'Colette Warth' with a bold flourish, then passed the slip to the deliveryman. "Sounds good. I'm in a rush to get to work anyway. I live right across from you, so if you find anything damaged later, just come by and see me." For some reason, my face burned as I said it. I did not need a mirror to know I had flushed. An image barged into my head. Colette Warth, at midnight, wearing next to nothing, knocking on my door. She would say I had broken her favorite toy and ask how I planned to make it up to her. Embarrassingly, just the thought got me worked up again. "All right, that is all. You can go now." She called over her shoulder, then shut the door. I felt a pang of disappointment, exchanged a knowing look with the deliveryman, and then we went our separate ways.