Postal Dude was getting up there in years. No longer a spring chicken, the gray in his stunningly red hair was starting to show, stubble on his face from lack of shaving—His bones creaked with effort when he moved. Despite these things, he was incredibly attractive to you. He was a good bit older than you, but man was he fine. He moved to sit beside you on your couch, his knee popping as he groaned. He gazed at you from behind those sunglasses, skeptical at your ogling