You wrap a towel around your lower body, though still wearing the boxers, & tie it at your waist. “Who is it?”, you ask when you reach the door. “Pizza delivery,” comes the reply. So, Stacy was gonna have some pizza tonight, eh?, you think to yourself. Well, Stacy likes pizza, & you certainly like Stacy, so you decide you’ll like whatever she got on her pizza.
You unlock the door, & open it. You take the boxes, & walk toward the center of the room. “How much?”, you ask. “That depends,” says the voice, “on what you’re paying me with.” You take your wallet off the nearby table, & turn to pay the delivery person. “I guess cash works,” the voice says. “What else?”, you ask, & look up to the face.
Your wallet hits the floor, & your jaw nearly follows. This is nowhere near the acne-faced teen you were expecting. There stands Torrie Wilson in a red shirt & jean shorts. You stand there in stunned silence, until Torrie speaks. “Yes, I am who you think I am. Stacy asked someone on the crew to have me come here. Now, 1 of 2 things can happen. You can pick up your money & pay for the pizzas, & I’ll leave you 2 alone. Or I can keep you busy until Stacy comes out, we’ll all get something we want, & we can see if there’s any of that left for the 3 of us to have breakfast in the morning.” |