It's late night and I'm walking home, having just picked up my Victoria's Secret delivery package from the neighborhood 24-hour postal pick-up point. I look around me and the street is deserted, so I eagerly open up my parcel to inspect my new buys. 

Ooh, the silk chemise is even prettier than pictured online! Such a pretty shade of lavender purple! So there's 1 chemise, 1 balconette bra, 1 demi bra, 1 sheer lacey bra that I'm particularly excited about and 3 of the sheerest, laciest, frilliest g-strings! Yay, all these pretty lingerie for me! 

I'm stuffing the lingerie back into the parcel while turning a corner, when I walk right into a solid wall of masked and capped men with luggages in tow!

The impact causes me to drop my loosely wrapped package and spilling it's embarassing contents onto the street. The tallest masked boy swiftly bends down with me and picks up the dropped items. My lacey lingerie. Yikes! 

"It's OK, I can get them all. I don't need your help!" I mumble rapidly as I grab everything in sight and got almost everything but one lone white lacy g-string. The masked boy picks it up by his slender fore finger and brings it to my attention. I look at him dead in the eye and quickly grab it off his finger. 

"Thanks" I mutter. As I return the eye contact, I can't help but get caught up in the masked boy's mesmerising warm brown limpid eyes. Woah, what eyes! They are so gorgeous! He must be quite a looker. Even though it's