Briiiiinnnnggggg!
            My ears perked up at the sound of the doorbell. I wasn’t expecting any visitors today, and it’s far too early for the mailman.
            Briiiiiing! Briiiiing!
“Coming!” I shouted, springing to my feet off the couch. I hurried to the door and looked through the peephole for the mysterious bell ringer, yet the steps to my porch appeared vacant. The sidewalk and street beyond it were also empty, save for a lone mailcart. “Huh?”
            The doorbell rang once more, nearly making me jump out of my fur. Was there a ghost at my door? “Mailman!” A small voice announced.
            That didn’t sound like the usual mailman, but that’s certainly his cart outside. I shrugged and opened the door. “Hi!” The voice piped from below. I looked down to find a smiling cheetah boy holding a box. “Here’s your package Mister!”
            “You're the mailman?!” He wore the post office uniform with a matching pair of running shorts and had a bag of mail slung over his shoulder. He looked cute, like a cheerful mini mailman. But, but, he just can’t be.
            “Yes Mister, it’s my first day!” He said with a bounce.
            “But you're so, uh, young.” I wanted to say small but didn’t want to hurt the little guy’s feelings. “What happened to the old mailman?”
            “He retired, and the post office boss guy made me the new mailman because he says I’m really fast!”
            The old mailman, an athletic jackrabbit, wasn’t even old. But I guess running across town 6 days a week can wear anyone down fast. Just surprised they’d replace him with...a kid. “Well, thanks for the package.” I said, still flabbergasted.
            “You’re welcome! Bye!” He waved at me with a beaming smile before skittering off the porch to his mailcart. I couldn’t help but smile back watching him go.
            My jaw dropped as he proceeded to take off down the block. He rounded a corner and left my sight in the matter of seconds. Wow! Any faster and he’d light the tar on fire! No wonder he was here so early. I liked the old mailman, but this little guy’s impressive. Plus, he’s just adorable...I think I’ll get used to this odd change.
*  *  *
            Briiiiinnnnggggg!
            “Coming!” The first thing I noticed upon opening the door was the scorching summer heat. I scowled against the humid breeze induced into my doorway.
            “Hi...Mister...I...got another package!” The new mailman, er, mailboy said between breaths. His arms trembled holding up my box.
	“You feeling alright little guy?”
            “I’m Ok Mister, just hot.”
            “You look tired, you’re allowed to take breaks, right?”
            “I get a break when I finish my deliveries.” He caught his breath but still had a gentle pant between sentences.
            Behind him I could see his mailcart overflowing with boxes, he has quite a while to go. I felt bad for him. As impressive as he is, he’s just a kid. He shouldn’t be slaving in this heat. “Could you wait here for a sec?”
            “Sure Mister, but if I’m late the post office boss will be mad at me.” Him? Late? At that speed?
            “I’ll be quick!” I ran to and from my refrigerator as fast as I could, returning with a bottle of water and a popsicle. I was out of breath from just that small run, can’t imagine how he does this every day. “Here…”
            His eyes grew wide. “For me?” He shyly inched closer. “No one’s ever given me a package before.”
            “It’s all yours.”
            He gasped, his tail and ears perking up. He first took the water bottle and drank half of it in one go, letting off with a satisfied sigh.
            “That heat really gets you thirsty huh?”
            “Yeah!” He reached up and hugged me to my surprise. “Thank you, Mister!”
            My heart melted. “You’re welcome, buddy.” I said hugging back. “You’ve been doing a great job, but don’t overwork yourself.
            “I won’t!” He stuck the popsicle in his mouth and the bottle in his pocket. “Buh!” He waved to me and returned to his mailcart. Watching him leave, I realized it might not have been a great idea to give him a drippy popsicle around all that mail. Hmmm...but it put such a precious smile on his face! Eh, he’s good at his job. I'm sure he'll be fine.
            About an hour and a half passed after he left when someone rang my doorbell again. As with last time, I wasn’t expecting any visitors. Whoever it is, they’re sure in a hurry. Seems like they don’t want to let go of that button.
            “I’m here, I’m here!” I shouted at the impatient guest. I opened the door, surprised to see the mailboy again.
            “H-hi Mister.” He stood with his paws crammed between his tightly pressed thighs. His left footpaw kept tapping the porch, seeming ready to burst into a sprint. “C-can I p-please use your b-bathroom?” He trembled. “It’s an emergency.”
            “Of course! Come in, come in!” He dashed into my living room in the blink of an eye. I hesitated, taken aback by his speed. The young cheetah stomped in place, looking around rapidly for the bathroom. “Second door to the right down the hall!”
            He took off before I even finished the sentence, whipping into the bathroom in a second’s time. He didn’t close the door in his urgency. “Oh no, oh no, oh no!” I heard him rasp. He suddenly popped back out, nearly running into and over me at his speed. “Mister, Mister!” He lifted his shirt. “The knot’s stuck! Can you get it? Please! Please! Please! Plea-”
            “Ok, Ok!” I knelt down, but as he hopped in place, I couldn’t get a hold on his shorts tie. “Can you try standing still for me buddy?”
            He grunted as he brought his steps to a halt. His face contorted against the strain, better make this quick. I started on the knot, but I couldn’t help noticing his toned tummy. It was a solid cream color, bordered to the sides by his typical cheetah black spotted pattern. His fur looked so soft, I wonder if he’s ticklish...would I be tempted to try? His lower belly quivered, probably his tight bladder trying its hardest not to bust...oh right the knot!
            The mailboy started shaking again, instinctively raising his knee against the pressure. Just above where my hands worked, my eye caught the light blue waistband of his briefs peeking out. His shorts hung low enough to the point I could even see the start of his pelvic lines.
            “Ah, Mister!” He did a twisting step back and doubled over, pulling the strings out of my grip. “Nnnngn!” He strained as he tried to lean back up, legs crossed tightly. “Sorry!”
            “No, no it’s Ok! Don’t move!” Alright, time to focus for real before he leaves a puddle on my floor. Even with his legs crossed the shorts tie was high enough for me to access. He whined and fidgeted, occasionally pulling on the string, but I continued to make progress. In due time, success! I left the two strings hanging loose. His shorts shifted down slightly, revealing more of his underwear. I could see they were a chocolate chip cookie print. Cute, I bet those are his favorite cookies...“You’re free! Run!”
            He took a split second to look down, then zipped back into the bathroom. It sounded like the instant he stepped in a torrent of urine assaulted my toilet, followed by a breathy sigh. Wow...sounds like he had to go pretty bad...poor little guy...I bet that feels amazing though...and he left the door open again. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks...it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek would it?
            I tip-toed up to the door, not that I needed to, his stream was still going deafeningly strong. I just barely slid my head an inch into the doorway. I could see the mailboy in profile, his shorts around his ankles, underwear halfway down his legs, both paws holding his shirt up as he leaned forward to aim his stream into the toilet. He panted softly through his open mouth, looking down at his stream with an overwhelmed face of pleasure.
            Yeah, he’s really enjoying it...I could just imagine that feeling of relief going through his little privates and washing over him…he’s really such a cute boy. Glad I gave him that water. Pushed to his limit and letting it out just before he bursts. I didn’t want to look away, but his stream was starting to slow, better make my escape…
            From my innocent perch on the couch, I heard the toilet flush, the ruffle of clothing, and the mailboy humming as he washed his paws. “Mister, I finished!” He buoyantly announced, prancing back to me.
            “Feel better little guy?” I asked, trying not to fluster myself with thoughts of what I just saw.
            “I feel a lot better!” He held his shirt up. “Mister, can you tie my pants please? I’m bad at knots.”
            “S-sure!” I swallowed. I kneeled down and gripped the strings with trembling hands, that teasing waistband visible again. Without urgent movements pulling him away, my knuckles occasionally brushed against his little tummy. He flinched and giggled at my light touches. So, he is ticklish…
            No, no! Just finish the knot and leave the innocent mailboy alone… “You’re all set buddy.”
            “Thank you!” He hugged me again.
            “N-no p-problem!” I stammered. From my kneeling position I could grasp more of his small frame. He was so soft and warm, I could squeal.
            “I’m sorry for bothering you Mister, I hope you’re not mad at me.”
            “Of course not,” I said while walking him to the door. “I’m just glad you didn’t have an accident.” The instant that last sentence left my mouth, I wasn’t sure if I meant it. “Don’t be afraid to stop by if you ever need another break.”
            “I won’t! Bye!” He waved to me, before speeding off again with his now empty mailcart.
            I looked in his direction long after he disappeared from my view, my mind preoccupied with the show I saw earlier. How adorable. The desperate looks on his face as I undid his shorts, all that pressure building up in him just ready to release. I bet he was seconds away from completely soaking those cookie briefs...if only I wasn’t so quick, he surely would have. Hmmm....what if I had taken too long? He looked absolutely overcome with pleasure upon making it to the bathroom, making it right at his limit. Would it feel better if he went beyond that limit? I wonder what face he’d make when that dam brakes. The second he’d start to flood those shorts. I bet it would feel amazing…I’d love to see it.
*  *  *
            Briiiiinnnnggggg!
            “There’s my favorite little mailman!”
            “Hi Mister!” The mailboy chirped. “I got another package for you!”
            “Thanks buddy, you’re the best!” I gave him a head pat as I reached for my box. He giggled and turned pink, so happy to be praised. “I got you a package too!”
            “Really?” His eyes sparkled.
            “Yep! Just give me one second.” I darted back inside. My hands were nearly shaking with anticipation. I returned with a thermos. “Made you some lemonade!”
            “Lemonade!” He gasped, hopping with excitement, but suddenly he stopped and put on an expression of contemplation. “I don’t know Mister...the last time I almost had an accident.”
            “But aren’t you thirsty?”
            “A little…”
            “It’s really hot out today, you’re gonna wish you had something to drink.”
            He titled his head. “Uhhhh...maybe…”
            “And I made it extra sweet for you!”
            His ears pointed up for a half second, showing some temptation. “Well...uh…” He writhed in place, genuinely torn over this predicament. “Mmm, gee I don’t know Mister!”
            Time for the heavy artillery. “Wait, wait.” I reached for the table behind the door where I had prepared a baggie of chocolate chip cookies. Here’s to hoping those undies gave me some good insight. “And cookies!” I shook the baggie like a matador daring a bull.
            The mailboy’s maw dropped open and his eyes widened, seemingly hypnotized. “Chocolate chip are my favorite!” Bingo!
            “You can have them, but only if you take the lemonade. You gotta have something to wash it down with, don’t want my favorite mailman to choke!”
            “But what if I have an emergency again?”
            “The bathroom here is always open.”
            He put a finger to his chin, as if he were pondering the decision, but his growing smile made his choice clear. “Uhhhhh, Ok!” He happily accepted my gifts, and was even more eager to try a cookie, or 2, or 3. By the time he took a long swig from the thermos his face was a chocolatey mess, which reminded me.
            “Almost forgot to give you these.” I reached back to the table for a pack of napkins.
            He gave his face a quick wipe. “Wow! Those were the best cookies I ever had! Thank you, Mister!” He came in for another hug.
            “You’re welcome, buddy!” I smiled down at him as sincerely as I could. “And don’t forget to wipe your paws before you touch the mail!” As sadistic as I was in that moment, I still didn’t want him to get in trouble.
            “Bye!” As usual he waved, and he was off. I tried not to smile too hard as I waved back. The thermos I prepared held much more liquid than the water bottle from yesterday, he was a goner! I just hoped he doesn’t bust before he makes it back here.
            I turned back inside excited for this afternoon. I had laid a towel underneath an old rug in the living room at the exact spot I expected the ‘main event’ to happen. I also rearranged some chairs and tables to give him some more obstacles to navigate. I imagined at his bladder’s limit every step would put him painfully closer to the edge…Oh I couldn’t wait!
            Briiiiinnnnggggg!
            “Coming!” I shouted back, feeling a jolt of excitement. The bell rang again for an extraordinary length of time before being let go. Yep, that has to be that’s the mailboy. And from the sounds of it, he was bursting.
            I took my time getting to the door, letting the bell scream its heart out, even stopping to stretch. Before opening the door, I peeked through the window blinds overlooking the porch. Sure enough, it was the mailboy. Had one paw seemingly glued to my doorbell, the other was jammed right between his thighs like before, only this time chaotically jogging in place with his cheetah speed. I could see his face twitch and scowl with each bladder twinge. He’s really bursting this time, I bet he’s already leaked into his undies!
            I lingered at the window. I could watch his desperation all day knowing what incredible pressure existed in his nethers. Suddenly he seized up, letting go of the doorbell. I felt my heart skip a beat, was the accident about to happen?
            No, instead he turned around and slowly (relative to his usual speed) made his way off my porch, taking awkward careful steps as if he were balancing a heavy weight between his thighs. What was he doing? Heading to a neighbor or making his way to a nearby bush? Either way, it wasn’t part of my plan! I rushed to the door.
            “Hey!” I called out, trying to sound casual. “What’s wrong little guy?”
            He stopped on the last step of the porch and turned to me with a surprised look of hope, contrasting the tears in his eyes. “Mister!” He rushed back to me cringing with each jolting step. He tried to stand still before me with his legs crossed, but he kept losing balance and was instead relegated to a twist-untwist dance. His need was extremely obvious, but I wanted to hear him say it. “Can I use your bathroom again? It’s a really, really big emergency!”
            “Oh…” I stretched the sentence out, getting lost in his pleading eyes. I wanted to read just how deep his need was. “Of course, come in!”
            I stood aside expecting him to race past, but he instead did somewhat of a crabwalk, attempting to both move and keep his legs crossed at the same time. “Wow you have to go pretty bad huh?”
            He nodded. I could tell by his desperate huffs that he was focusing hard on keeping his pants dry. His pressure down below was too great to even speak. Mmf, bet it hurts so good! “Sorry about the mess,” I said as we approached the hallway to the bathroom. But is it really a mess if you did it on purpose?
            I heard him whine as he painfully sidestepped around the table I had just happened to place before the hallway entrance, then slowly squeezed around the rows of chairs I coincidentally lined up in the hallway itself. My face flushed watching his struggle, every additional second spent holding would make that release so much better. I mentally egged him to go even slower.
            About halfway through the maze, he tripped on a chair leg. I heard him gasp and freeze while knock kneed. I leaned in close, eagerly listening for any hisses or trickles of urine. But no, he sobbed before taking another shaky baby step around the next chair. My heart thumped, he was so close, he has to be on the edge right now. I should get him to that towel-mat quick.
            “Hey buddy?” The young cheetah stopped between two chairs. His ears flicked to me before he turned his teary face.  “Do you need help with your shorts again?”
            He pressed his crotch on the corner of a chair, releasing his grip on it for the first time. He lifted his shirt and fiddled with the strings, giving off whines and huffs as he strained. “Y-yes.” He sniffed.
            “Think you make it back to the living room?” He grabbed hold of himself once more and started his tiny step march back through the hallway. But before he could even step around the 1st chair he suddenly doubled over and wailed. “Y-you a-alright?” I stuttered with excitement.
            “I-I’m not g-gonna m-make i-it!” He said between sobs. “It really hurts!”
            “Don’t move.” I stepped between the chairs and carefully lifted him up by the armpits. I could feel him shake hard, like an overfilling water balloon ready to pop. I was so tempted to squeeze him like a juicy lemon, put him out of his plight. Though that would be a touch too mean of me, and it would deprive him of the pleasure of holding it just a tiny bit longer.
            He held his semi-curled position even after I set him back down on the carpet. “Can you stand up for me buddy? I promise it’ll be quick.” I couldn’t hold back an evil looking smile. He slowly straightened up, one paw lifting his uniform shirt, the other still tightly wrapped around his bits through his shorts. “I’m gonna need you to move that paw too.” I said wryly.
            “I-I can’t! I’ll, I’ll…” He sobbed. “H-have an accident!”
            “I’ll be fast, I promise! But I can’t get to the knot with your paws in the way.” Well, I didn’t really need him to move, I could simply nudge around his wrist to untie the knot, but where’s the fun in making it easy for him?
            “O-Ok.” He took a deep breath and strained as he moved his paw away, knees tightly pressing his boy parts shut. I could feel my heart in my throat, I couldn’t keep my hands from shaking. I was so excited I could barely function, not that I needed to for the last part of my plan.
            I grabbed hold of the strings, not intending to do much with them. I took note of his undies peeking out at me again, red waistband this time with a star pattern. They were cute already, I wonder if they’d look even better soaked.
            “A-are you done yet?” The cheetah asked through sniffles.
            “Almost.” I played around with the strings, gleefully counting seconds in my head. His lower belly had a larger bulge than last time. It dipped and trembled with each shake and flinch of the cub it was attached to. He was so full.
            I decided it was enough teasing, time to give this poor boy the relief he earned. I still remembered from the other day how ticklish he is. I looked down to hide my ever-growing smile. Feigning work on the knot, I gently brushed my knuckles against that belly bulge. “Ah!” He cried out, bending slightly with quivering knees.
            “Sorry.” I said barely hiding a fiendish tone. I brushed my knuckles a few more times, feeling the tightness of his bladder underneath that soft fur, tempting it to burst right then and there.
            “Mister!” He shrieked, jolting back. “I’m gonna explode!”
            “Just a few more seconds!” This time I did a quick knuckle jab, right into his ballooning bladder. He flinched hard. That was it!
            “It’s coming!” He yelled, full on sobbing. He doubled over, his paws launched to grab his crotch, but almost instinctively I held them back with one hand.
            “Hold it, hold it!” I pretend to urge, while still holding on to the strings with my other hand. I watched the crotch of his shorts intently, almost pressing my face into his thighs. Then there it was, a dark spot quickly expanded downwards from his crotch. In another second, steady streams of urine dripped into my makeshift potty-mat bellow. Oh, it’s coming fast! Let’s see if I can get an even better look.
            With my one hand I quickly untied the knot to his shorts. “You’re free, run!”
            The poor boy was too overwhelmed to actually look down. Had he did, he would’ve seen that I still held on to the strings. The moment he turned to step into a sprint I yanked on the strings, pulling the shorts down just as he lifted his leg. I dipped out of the way right before he fell to his knees. Oops, did I do that?
            From behind I could see a heavy flow of urine jet through his undies, soaking his shorts and the mat below. My view was amazing, his rump rose in the air as he attempted to peel himself off the floor.
            He started crying hard. Immediately I felt a deep pang of guilt, I expected him to enjoy such an explosive relief. Perhaps I became too engulfed in that fantasy...
            “Hey, hey, it’s Ok buddy.” I kneeled behind him, avoiding the soaked parts of the makeshift mat, and gently lifted his shoulders up so he leaned back in my embrace. At my touch his stream died down, it had to be of embarrassment because he for sure wasn’t done. His desperate shakes made that clear.
            “B-but I, h-had a-an ac-ccident-” He stuttered and sobbed.
            I gently shushed him. “It’s Ok, you tried your best to hold it. You already had the accident, why don’t you just let it all out?” I noticed he had again grabbed himself through the wet briefs, still much more liquid eager to release.
            He looked up at me with big quivering eyes. “You’re not gonna be mad at me?”
            “Not one bit. This is kinda my fault for giving you that lemonade.” And maybe a few other things.
	“Nnnngn…” He shook and sniffled against another bladder pang. “E-even if I make a mess?”
	“I don’t mind, I just want my favorite little mailman to feel better.” I cooed while rubbing his head.
            He paused and looked at me, his cheeks held a slight blush. He looked kinda surprised or embarrassed, or maybe even...flattered? Then suddenly the mailboy audibly strained, seemingly trying to force a stream. He wanted to fulfill my request but was too ashamed to release. “I-I c-can’t…”
            I leaned him back further. I reached over to pull his dripping shorts completely off his legs, and then to lift his shirt over his subtle bladder bump. “Just take a deep breath…” I demonstrated by taking a long inhale. “...and relax.”
            He took a deep shuddering inhale, and then…silence? I looked down at his scrunched flushed face. “Hey…you alri-” A loud hiss cut me off, followed by his sudden blurt of an exhale. His stream again came pouring out of the soaked bulge in his undies like an infinitely wet tea bag.
            The look on his face was one of bliss. He had a cloudy lost look in his eyes, and his mouth had lolled itself open. He melted back in my embrace, seeming to have lost all feeling except for his draining bladder. I smiled, he was enjoying this as much as I was. “There you go…” I gently rubbed his lower belly, I could feel the rush of liquids underneath his tender flesh. He squirmed and mewled softly, his stream briefly shooting harder. So ticklish, I chuckled.
            Eventually, the stream started to fade as his bladder was becoming empty. The makeshift mat was not enough to contain all of that recycled lemonade, a puddle grew beyond its limits. Well, I did say I wouldn’t mind.
Soon, the stream trickled down until there was nothing left but a subtle drip from his briefs. “See? Doesn’t that feel so much better?”
            “Yeah…” He said quietly. At that moment there was a smile, an indication that the feeling of that release was an incredible experience he was grateful to have. Unfortunately, it quickly disappeared back to an expression of gloom and sniffles.
            “Awww, it’s Ok buddy.” I gave his head comforting pets.
            “B-but I h-had an accident...and I hafta go back to the post office with wet pants...an-and everybody’s gonna think I’m a b-bi-big baby…” He sobbed.
            “Well, maybe I can help with that.” I said while helping him back to his feet.
            “Y-you can?”
            “I can give your shorts a quick wash and dry, they’ll be good as new. It’ll only take 30 minutes if you have the time.”
            “Really!?” His sudden excitement made me jump. Such a lively little cub.
            “And you can take a bath while your clothes are washing if you want.” I thought about this as part of my ‘plan.’ I didn’t want to traumatize the poor boy—well more than he already is—by having him take a wet walk of shame through the neighborhood. 
            “Yes! Yes! Yes!” He said, hopping on every word.
            I cringed as more drops came off his bulge with each hop, in addition to the squishing of the wet mat underneath his feet. Can’t let him walk through the house like that… “Wait here for a minute.”
            I moved all the chairs out of the hallway and laid down a toweled path for the cheetah boy to walk down to the bathroom. Looks like my karma for messing with this innocent boy would be several days of laundry. I’d say for the show I got, it’s worth it.
            As I turned on the hot water, I felt bad that I didn’t have a rubber duck or any bath toys for him. In the corner of my eye I could see the mailboy taking off his shirt. “I’ll be out of your way as soon as-” I quickly turned away as I saw him begin to yank his underwear down. “I’ll just go now!”
            “Wait!” I turned back around to find the smiling cheetah boy presenting his wet briefs to me...while fully naked! “You forgot my undies.”
            “T-thanks.” I pinched the non-soiled waistband of the between two fingers.
            “You’re welcome!” He responded brightly. He certainly wasn’t shy about his body.
            “Let me know if the water’s too hot.” I said, trying my best not to stare at his little privates. Although it wasn’t easy when he lifted his leg to toe-test the bathwater, letting his bits dangle freely.
            “The water’s good Mister!” He chirped before settling himself in between the bubbles.
            “Call for me if you need anything.” With that, I went off to retrieve the wet shorts from the living room and begin the long process of cleaning up.
            I stuffed the mailboy’s clothes and as many towels as I could into the washing machine and started a quickwash. In the background I could hear my guest splashing and singing to himself. Even without toys I’m glad he could find ways to entertain himself. Whew, it’s been quite the afternoon. Looking back, in a mind less clouded in fantasy, this probably wasn’t one of my proudest days. Yeah...I don’t think making an innocent cub wet his pants will be something I’ll brag about. But I’ll have the little guy as a mailman for a while, I’ll find ways to make it up to him in the future.
            In time, the ding from the dryer brought me out of my headspace. Just as I promised, I pulled out the mailboy’s shorts and briefs, clean, dry, and good as new.
            I knocked on the wall just before the open bathroom door. “You done in there, buddy?”
            “Yes Mister, I’m all dry now!”
            “Good! Your clothes are ready!” I held them in front of the door frame.
            Instead of just reaching out and grabbing them, he popped out of the bathroom in the buff to receive his clothes. “Thank you!” He piped, and darted back in.
            “You’re...welcome.” I said, my face reddening yet again. “Don’t worry about the towel, I’ll get it when you’re finished.”
            “Ok!”
            I turned back to start the next load of laundry, but before I could even reach the end of the hallway, that infinitely cheerful voice piped up again. “I’m done!” He stood behind me smiling just as brightly as earlier, as if he never even had an accident.
            “Wow, you even get dressed fast!”
            “I have to do everything fast to stay on time!”
            “Oh right, you probably have to be at the post office soon.” He nodded in response. “Alright, I won’t keep you, but I just want to give you one more thing.”
            “...Another drink?” He asked quietly.
            “Not this time.” I replied with a tinge of guilt. That poor boy may never drink anything again.
            I zipped to the kitchen and prepared another baggy of cookies, it was the least I could do in thanks for today’s experience. The mailboy’s eyes lit up upon seeing it. During the short trek through the livingroom he stuffed his face at such a rapid speed I feared he would choke. Upon reaching the door, his cheeks were once again decorated with chocolate smears, and the baggy left empty. “You really do... everything fast.” He giggled at my astonishment. “Uh, let me get that off your face before you go…” I kneeled down with a napkin. “Sorry about giving you so much to drink on such a long shift. I should’ve known this could happen.” I did know, in fact I anticipated it. Didn’t anticipate feeling so bad about it though.
            “It’s Ok Mister,” He replied when I finished. “The lemonade was really yummy! And…” His voice went meek. “It felt really good.” He broke off into a shy giggle, that kind of boyish giggle when you can’t help but indulge in your own weirdness.
            “Oh…” I slipped out of surprise. “I’m...g-glad it wasn’t all that bad.” I felt my heartbeat pick up, he liked it too!
            He pulled me into a hug. “Thank you for helping me Mister!”
            “Anytime buddy.” I hugged back. “I’m always here if you need a drink, a snack, or a bathroom break.” I tried not to emphasize the last point, but I swear I could see a tinge of pink grow on his cheeks upon hearing it.
	He turned, I expected him to wave goodbye and race off the porch as usual, but he hesitated. “Hey Mister…” He started as he turned back to me. This time there was certainly a blush on his cheeks. “Am I really your favorite mailman?”
	Well, he’s my only mailman right now, but after today he’s certainly topped the list. “Of course! I’ve never had a faster or cuter mailman than you before.”
            A small blushy smile grew across his face into a series of giggles. “Bye!” He waved with a bit more gusto this time, before yet again taking off down the street with his empty mailcart.
            “Goodbye!” I waved back with a rising giddy feeling. He liked it! He liked it! Oh, I wish I asked him more about the experience. How good was it? Ever had to go that bad before? Wanna do it again? Great! I’ll get the lemonade!
            No, no, no! No corrupting the cute mailboy! No...just let him come back when he has a delivery. And if he happens to drink himself full, I can only hope for the best...I couldn’t wait!