Here's a story for you; I ordered a couple of back issues of this American classic spanking magazine back in about 1999 and I was so flipping scared the wife would get to the mail first when I figured the parcel was due from the USA, I used to stand at the top of the stairs looking out of my landing window with a pair of binoculars so I could see the postman coming up the bottom of my street. Once spotted, I would run down the stairs like my arse was on fire, grab my coat, tell the missus I was going to the newsagent for the paper and then go and intercept the postie before he could deliver our morning mail. "Anything for number 13, mate?" I'd ask him. If there was I'd then use said bought newspaper to hide the parcel, sneak it into the house and go and hide it until the missus went out. Those were the days!