As Bud shoved the mail into the slots he noticed the postcard. Christ another one of these sappy, wish you were here-but not really postcards. Then he read it. “Hey Baby, like what you see? I’m all yours tonight…Love, Elise.” He studied the picture. It resembled the old pin up girl posters his grandfather kept in his garage, only this was a photograph of a real babe. “Jeezus look at those tits!” he murmured under his breath. The girl was wearing black lacy lingerie, straps slipping off her shoulders. She knelt on a bear rug, knees on either side of its head. A blonde in black straddling a polar bear rug. Bud moaned and closed his eyes. Oh to be that smiling bear. Fuck the bear. Bud wanted to be the guy.