Chapter 1: Introduction
At the corner of Westwood Street and Seventh Avenue, a veritable torrent of pedestrians flowed constantly from the subway. Clusters of business people holding cups of coffee dispersed in every direction on their morning commute. Vehicular traffic impatiently inched along and zoomed past in a never-ending cacophony. Bikes whizzed by with occasional bells jingling aggressively at oblivious crowds. Derpy, in the middle of all this, smiled to herself.
She loved her job, she loved the busy rhythm of the city, and most importantly, she loved the feeling of purpose that came along with it. Her tight, light blue uniform fit snugly against her ample curves, creating a rather bewitching sight. The unfortunate side effect of being so well-endowed was that her official mailbag was rather unnecessary, as she could comfortably hold everything she needed in the deep ravine between her breasts.
She passed a quaint corner store, catching her reflection in the glass window.
Derpy's lazy eye was the first thing she noticed, but then her gaze shifted to her generous cleavage and wide, genuine smile. A warm blush rose in her cheeks as she momentarily wished she could be as stylish as the other women in the city. The thought flew from her mind just as quickly as it had appeared, banished by her spirited nature.
Her first delivery of the day was a small, brown parcel that she slid neatly into the mail slot of a black, wrought-iron fence.