Postman Bob

Postman Bob

            Bob was a postman. But delivering letters was dull. How to stay sane? Simple. Bob was a sex pest. Every day an adventure!

While on his route, one day Bob was caught in flagrante, a most embarrassing situation.

How to keep his job, and, more importantly, stay out of jail? Easy. Bob became a necrophiliac.


Posted on November 30, 2014, in Mauve Prose, Short(er) Stories and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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