Hey, there, mister milkman! (Private, between Seven and myself)
 

We sure love the milkman, and in more ways than one! lol...

James went out of she shower,
oh dear he was late today.
he nearly slipped on the wet tiles as he ran out
to get a towell.
He would be here any second now, and he wasn´t ready?!


Yes - The milkman was always right on sketchual, no ecxeptions.
He left his skin undired, the drops of water hanging heavily on his bare chest.
He wrapped the towell around his waist, just as low as the decent tatoo was aviable to the eye.
He had planned his morning bathin so brilliant, that he would just finish up, at the time the milkman was here.
James speeded onto the kitchen, grabbing the glass of milk he had waiting on the disk, while
putting on a spectacular perfume that he loved so..

Madarame was the neighborhood milkman. And a delicious man he was. Tall, dark and handsome, with broad shoulders, slim, yet manly waist, and an overal medium build. Strong, and drop dead gorgeous, he was an essential part of many men and women's fantasies. For no one could get to him, as he was quite obtuse to begin with. He was kind, yet clueless, because he had absolutely no idea of what he was doing to those who secretly had the hots for him. He was just doing his job, without paying attention to the trail of broken hearts he'd leave behind every morning.

James made it to the kitchen,
slightly stressed.
This milkman was like no one else.
Though he hadn´t been here for long.
They once had this old dude called: Memphis.
He was certainly disgusting, and blind, the poor
man didn´t even know if he´d put the milk in the middle of
nowhere or at a random adress..
He hurried up and fixed his hair, now standing still, listening after the well-known knock

Madarame wasn't familiar with everyone on the block just yet, seeing how he'd only started a few weeks ago. He'd come to remember some people's names or faces, but there was a guy who's name he'd always seem to forget. He lived at number 101, all by himself, and he was quite young, say about 20, or 22 years old? Now what was his name? Madarame just couldn't remember... He'd heard people talking about the guy, saying how his rich parents had bought him that house, his own private domain, and that he was some artist, or writer, or something. Ah, whatever the dude was, it wasn't his problem. He was just the neighborhood milkman.
Madarame pulled over, and got out of the car, then headed to the door, knocking three times, as usual.

James nearly screeched in joy as
the man knocked at his door.
He hurried up hiding his ecxitement and tried to look
confused yet suprised as he made his way to the hall,
opening the door..He had put the milk on the desk with the flowers next to the door.
He looked at Madarame some suprised..
"uhm..hi..i was just in the shower..i must have forgot the time completely..."
He snickered, biting his bottomlip as if he was truly sorry.

"No worries!" Madarame said to the young man and smiled. "I must have arrived a little earlier today. I hope you were planning on having some cereal today, because I brought you four bottles of fresh milk."
And he showed James the bottles. "Shall I put them in the kitchen?"

James watched the bottles,
amused by the saying..
"...i prefer it fresh...."
he mumbled for himself, dwelling by a perverted thought.
He returned to the milkman.
"yes please?" He said kindly, allowing the male to get inside
the rather luxurious house of his.

Luxoriuos or not, Madarame didn't notice, as he didn't stop to have a look around the place. He quietly went into the kitchen, and placed the bottles on the counter, making his way back to the door, to pick up the empty bottles, James had left for him outside.

James awaited a bit impatiently at the door.
he had picked one of the bottles up.
Pretended to be bored, as he circled
his fingertip at the mouth of the bottle.
Sighed..
He looked at him, smiling secretly and rubbed
the thumb against the throat, where he "unfortunately"
had some milk stained...

James was not the one to brag, but he
had been doing this ever since the milkman started.
Many of the neighbours had tried to repeat what he did.
But they all failed badly..at least that was what he heard..