I woke up to loud banging on my door, groaning and rubbing my eyes. It was early in the morning, and all I wanted was to sleep in a little longer. But the relentless sound of someone pounding on the wood wouldn't let me.
"Who is it?" I called out, still half-asleep.
"It's the milkman!" came a loud, authoritative female voice. "I have your order here, and I'm not leaving till you get it!"
I threw on a robe and stumbled over to the door, unlocking it slowly. Standing before me was a tall, broad-shouldered woman with a set of impressive breasts straining against her tight blouse. She had one hand on her hip, tapping her foot impatiently.
"About time," she stated, not bothering to hide her annoyance.
