Have some more. Short, but I figured I'd write something.
[spoiler]It was a splendid April morning, less than a week from the birthday of the Morgan family air, and Patricia was seated on the balcony, sipping ice-cold lemonade that had been freshly squeezed for her to enjoy. She had everything she could want in life: good health, a loving family, financial security and many good friends. Alas, she was still missing one thing: somebody she could love and cherish as a significant other. Her parents had arranged countless suitors to court her, but none of them had met her - or, heaven forbid, her mother's - expectations, and they were quickly shooed away. Her mother always stressed that money was not important, that love was all that counted. She didn't love any of them. A few of them were nice, handsome and gentlemanly, but the rest were either pompous, vain, shallow, greedy or just plain ignorant. She could feel no amorous attraction for any of them, but her parents maintained that patience was a virtue, and that she would have to wait for the perfect fellow to arrive.
In her mind, she checked off all the features she thought her perfect man would have: tall, well-built but not muscular; neat, tidy and respectable; a good sense of humour; loyal and protective; kind, gentle and caring; able to walk, talk and act like a gentleman; a true knight from the fairy tales of lore. And a white horse to sweep her onto and ride away on wouldn't hurt either.
The doorbell rang. Patricia put down her glass and went back inside, down the stairs and into the main hall, where the head butler Winston had arrived to open the door.
"Don't trouble yourself, Winston," said Patricia with a smile, striding over to open the door herself.
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It had taken all day, but at last, Evan arrived at the Morgan estate. As soon as he reached the gates and saw the house, surrounded on all sides by well-trimmed and perfectly green hedges, he was taken aback. Having resided in a cheap flat all his life, seeing this marvel of architecture was an incredible sight. The grandiose, majestic building, with its five tiers of flooring, polished alabaster walls and magnificently arched roof, had left the poor lad speechless. After the gates had been opened, he strolled down the driveway, which seemed to stretch onwards for miles to him. Trailing his bicycle beside him, he glanced in amazement at the garden - everything was so neat and tidy, each plot of grass its own unique kingdom, thriving with wondrous flora he had never even seen before.
He came to the front door, left his bicycle in front of the house, stepped onto the porch and, with a nervous cough to clear his throat, rang the doorbell. The package was in his hands. He heard footsteps, and the faint voice of a girl telling somebody named Winston not to trouble himself. Must be the maid, he figured, come to open the door. He put on a polite smile, hoping to at least walk away with a tip.
Instead, when the door opened, he was confronted by the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Long, blonde hair; shimmering sapphire eyes; a pretty little smile; wearing a dainty Summer camisole and frilly little skirt. He was left awestruck in her presence, and when she greeted him, he could only mumble nonsense to himself as his mind tried to overcome her dazzling beauty and find the right words to say.
"I, er...I b-brou...g-got...well, er...er...thingy...thingies..."
The girl tipped her head to the side every so slightly, letting her lovely golden locks spill over a little. "Pardon?"
"Er, p-pardon, well, er...pa...pack..." Evan shut his eyes and tried his best to concentrate, but when he opened them again, he found them betraying him and looking down. No, don't look at her breasts! his mind yelled at his eyes, Ignore them! Forget her cleavage, just give her the fu--
"Package!" he blurted out suddenly, his thoughts snapping back into place almost as quickly as his eyes. "Package, yes! I...I'm here to deliver this package to a one..." He glanced at the label. "Patricia Morgan."
The girl smiled. "That would be me," she said softly, reaching out and taking the package from him. Evan nodded feverishly, wearing a completely unrealistic grin, trying not to peer at the young lady's skirt. Mustn't peer at the young lady's skirt, he thought to himself. Oh, god, I wonder what colour panties she's wearing...
The girl looked at the box, then back at Evan, still smiling warmly. "Is that all?"
Probably white. White and frilly, with lace on them and all...
"Excuse me," said the girl, "Is that all?"
"Panties," declared Evan. "I mean, er, breasts! I mean, er..." He noticed the girl's bemused expression and cleared his throat. "Er, yes. That's all. Of course."
The girl smiled again. "Alright, well, thank you very much."
"Thank you very much for choosing SpeedCo Deliveries," said Evan proudly, momentarily forgetting that customers weren't usually interesting in the delivery company as long as they got their package. With a smile, the girl closed the door.
Evan quickly whirled around and let his legs stumble, his back against the door. He felt something strange, an emotion he hadn't before experienced. He wiped his brow, grinning like an imbecile. "I'm in love!"
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Patricia closed the door, holding her package happily.
"Who was it, my dear?" asked Winston.
"Oh, just some delivery boy. Looked rather scruffy."[/spoiler]