The loud voice on the other side of the door seemed to drown out the three knocks that the delivery guy had just put upon the thick wooden door before him only a few seconds before. The loud voice grew stronger as it seemed to get closer to the door. The poor delivery man grew nervous as the door was flung open quickly before him. Miss Eleanore Ruine stood there with her hand out waiting for the delivery man to place the package in her hand. She grew impatient and started to tap her foot on the concrete floor as the delivery man struggled to produce his signature module from his hip pocket. The look on her face made the delivery man even more nervous. Sweat started coming down his face and into his eyes. His voice stammered as he attempted to get Miss Eleanore to sign for her tiny package. Not to mention the fact that his tiny package was trying to present itself it seemed. The delivery man's face grew three shades of crimson as he tried to ignore his predicament while Ms Eleanore signed for her item.
Upon finishing her signature she handed the stylus pen back to the man who slid it back into place. She then took it upon herself to chastise the man about his apparent erection that she found so horrid and disrespectful. She went on for a good full minute berating him about his pathetic attempt at an erection. People were coming outside of their doors peeking over at Miss Eleanore and laughing. Miss Eleanore was quite famous for putting men in their proper place. It was a wonder sometimes that they didn't crawl on the floor at her feet. But there is always a first time for everything. The poor delivery man couldn't get away from her fast enough as he made his way down the hall like a bat out of hell almost pushing people out of the way as he descended the stairs.
The delivery guy was a few stops past Ms Eleanore when he noticed another package addressed to her. He groaned loudly as his balls seemed to shrink inside his briefs. He knew full well he had to go back, but perhaps he could slip the box just outside her door, knock and run. It seemed like a good idea at the time. He made a few more deliveries before pulling up in front of Ms Eleanore's apartment building. The poor delivery guy took a hard swallow and crawled into the back of his truck to get her package. he stood there for a full on minute with the package in his arms contemplating a way out of delivering it. With a slightly sad look about his face, the delivery guy got out of his truck and walked up the steps of the building. Just as he was walking through the door, Ms Eleanore caught a glimpse of him and smiled wickedly at him.
That poor delivery guy felt his heart almost leap out of his chest when he caught sight of her. Again his voice stammered as he tried to relay the fact he had another delivery for her. MS Eleanore asked him politely if he would carry it upstairs for her. With a bit of reluctance he agreed and proceeded to follow her into the elevator. Ms Eleanore pushed the number 3 and waited with a devious grin about her face. The poor delivery guy could only surmise he was headed for trouble. The elevator door opened and they got to her apartment. She fumbled a bit with her keys trying to open the door. Once open she pointed to a coffee table inside her apartment. She told the delivery guy to sit it there and have a seat in a nearby brown leather chair. He tried to get out of it but she said "sit" in a stern voice and he felt somehow compelled to comply with her wishes.