hide the woodpile. But I had to order the wood for the fence to be delivered by the hardware store since my VW Bug wouldn't hold very much lumber.

I was waiting for the delivery of the fence wood that was supposed to arrive around noon. It was getting onto 4:30 and I picked up the phone to call the hardware store to inquire about what might have happened. They told me that the fellow that was delivering the supplies should be there shortly and they held off delivering it because the fellow delivering it lived not too far from the cottage and would drop it off on his way home. So I figured I probably had time to take a quick shower and get dressed before he arrived.

I was right in the middle of lathering up my body when I heard a truck pulling up in front of the cottage. I quickly rinsed off the soap and just slipped on a terrycloth bathrobe, when I heard the doorbell ring. I was in such a hurry, I stubbed my toe on the table as I walked past and hobbled towards the door. When I opened it, my mouth must have dropped wide open because, here stood Mark, my most admired hunk.

"Hey Alan," came the voice out of the mouth of this gorgeous man. "Where do you want me to put this wood?"

I was so taken aback that I just pointed to the side of the porch that was protected from the light rain that was coming down. "Ok," he said with a big grin, as he went down the porch towards the truck. I didn't even think he knew my name and I was surprised about that. Watching him unload the truck, I stood there, still dripping from the shower. I had not even noticed that the ties on the robe had loosened enough that the robe was partly open, exposing my package to the world. By the time I discovered that the robe was open, it was too late because Mark had been looking up at me from the truck as he was removing the wood.

I decided that I'd better do something about the robe before I really showed him my wares in full bloom – although I did give it a thought that I would have liked to do exactly that. So, I tied the robe back up and leaving the door open, headed back to finish my shower.

About 10 minutes went by, I heard Mark knock on the opened door. I immediately came out of the bathroom to meet him, where still with his big, beautiful smile he said, "I need your signature for the delivery." I fumbled around, trying to find a pen while asking Mark about how long he had been working for the hardware store. He told me that he had been working there only on weekends for about 2 years.

Standing there, holding out the paper for me to sign, I noticed that he was really wet, as the rain had increased from when he had first arrived. "Hey Mark," I almost whispered, "You are kind of wet." He apologized for dripping on the already wet floor that I had been dripping on from the shower when I first answered the door. At that point, as if by cue, he gave out a sneeze. "God Bless you," I blurted out. "You really should get