You dial the phone and order your usual, pepperoni and mushroom.
The squeaky kid on the other end of the phone tells you forty-five minutes, so you get a movie out of your extensive collection and pop it into the VCR.
Half an hour later, you get a knock at your door. You grab the money from the top of the counter and make your way over to the door.
Opening it, you see Maria, a girl from down the road, in the uniform of a pizza delivery person. She's a striking brunette, blue eyes, smooth curves, with a gorgeous, angelic face. She smiles in recognition as you open the door and then takes in your appearance.
You're standing in your boxer shorts and a white undershirt (though they are, thankfully, clean).
"Um, sorry," you mutter.
"Eleven fifty," she says, stifling a giggle.
"Okay. I'm sorry, do you want to come in?"
Maria slides in the door and sets the pizza on the table. As you figure her tip, you feel a light touch on your shoulder. You turn around and are met by Maria, standing on her toes, delivering a kiss. You drop the money on the ground as you wrap your arms around her.
She breaks the kiss and smiles.
"I was hoping you'd like that. Can I get special compensation for the tip?"
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