It's Mr. Simon's last mail delivery after 40 years of dedicated service.

And as he arrives at the last house on his route, the number of gifts and tokens of appreciation in his overbrimming mail cart is pretty damned impressive.

And it's not without a tear in his eye that he flips the front door's brass mail slot to push the last delivery of his professional life into the house.

And in that very same moment, Mrs. Applebaum opens the door to greet him - dressed in a skimpy black neglige.

Mr. Simon is speechless as she grabs him by the shirt and yanks him into the house. His packet of letters drops to the floor of the entry way and spills out into the foyer. Mrs Applebaum then leads him up to the bedroom where she proceeds to boink the living daylights out of Mr. Simon - for 15 solid minutes.

Afterwards, she leads him back downstairs and serves up the most amazing freakin' post coital breakfast a man could ever hope to have.

All the kosher bacon he could eat. Home made Belgian waffles with whipped cream. Warm maple syrup. All manner of carmelized fruit. Fresh squeezed OJ. And of course - gourmet french roast coffee.

Mr. Simon feels like he's died and gone to heaven. At length, he takes of sip of his delicious piping hot coffee and looks up at bare-naked Mrs. Applebaum sitting across the table from him - her soft round million dollar boobies aglow.

"Mrs. Applebaum. Today I've received more thoughtful gifts from grateful mail recipients than I could have ever imagined. But this. This is something special. Would it be too much trouble to ask why?"

"Don't be ridiculous!" starts Mrs. Applebaum. "Last night I said to Morty. Hey. It's our favorite mail man's last day tomorrow. Shouldn't we do something nice for him?"

"My idea was to make you a wonderful breakfast." explains Mrs. Applebaum. "The rest is from Morty."

Mr. Simon is just stupefied as Mrs Applebaum directs him to open the envelope next to his plate on the table.

And he's utterly at a loss as he yanks out the envelope's contents. A single dollar bill. He look up at Mrs. Applebaum imploringly.

"Yeah. A dollar", confirms Mrs. Applebaum. "That's what Morty said. 'Fuck um. Give um a dollar'"