"You have to soak up this weather while you can," she quietly muttered to herself as she stepped outside of her recently purchased Eclipse Spyder (as everything that belongs to her had to be new, though this was a repressed, unconscious instinct). "At any moment it could easily change to the instantaneous heat that Houston is quite famous for. No, it's not your normal 'look at me I am starting to sweat' warmth; it's far past that. This is the kind of blood boiling heat that the instant you are outside your clothes are soaked from your immediate perspiration." Shutting her car door, she then walked inside the post office. As she opened her mailbox, she then took off her leather jacket and hung it over her right shoulder - followed by a moment of fumbling through her purse. Enter salad tongs. Now equipped, she was prepared to embezzle mail from adjacent post office boxes.…
