When Sandra flicked on the bedroom light, she didn't expect to see a postman with a shotgun.Readers may edit the text of the novel.
Sandra screamed, stifling the reflex midway, so it sounded like a loud, undignified hiccup. Resting on the bed was a man in a blue uniform with an American eagle patch. "I'll kill you first," he said. Beneath his left hand, a shotgun lay in plain sight upon the bedding.
Kill me first? Sandra was stunned. She wondered what he would do second. Stuff her body into a mailbag and bury it under a pile of dead letters? Sandra heard her heartbeat chopping in her ears like a helicopter's rotating blades.
Hmm.
I think Sandra should take off her clothes before turning on the light.
