Pizza Delivery Boy

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Pizza Delivery BoyCirca 2012 I’m working for [insert pizza place here] as delivery boy. The job has been straightforward for the first months of working there and was so after this event. I’m working, making pizza, doing my thing, and I can remember a coworker of some years on this job told me to take a specific ticket to deliver. Not out of the ordinary at all, and he probably didn’t know (but I can’t help but think otherwise in this situation); the dude who put me up to the delivery was an absolute prankster and I totally put this in his ballpark. Pizza is cooked, packed, tagged, and taken. It’s near closing time around 10:30 pm, so I don’t have a route, just her place. Five minute drive, I arrive. I grab the pizza bag, I walk to the driveway and up to the kaçak iddaa front door’s walkway. Instantly my stomach turns in excitement as I’m walking to the door. She has clearly set this up. The window next to the front door is to a room, the door of the room is open, and you can see straight into their bathroom. She is in the bathroom completely visible, lights off in the room and hallway leading to the bathroom; she’s looking in the mirror making sure she’s looking good. She knows she does; it was all for me to see; A beautiful, young, white woman in full lingerie. I still remember now very clearly the perfect lace she had on from head to toe. The garters, the corset, the pantyhose, and the panties are all black with dark green trim and designs. It was like kaçak bahis fate, I loved green before then but nothing could compare to the love of green I had in those moments. I was frozen; my mind was racing with human urge. I can see her turn from her mirror to come to the door as I ring her doorbell. She answers within seconds, opening the door all the way to the wall. “Your pizza, mam,” I was such a stiff but more so I wanted to keep my new job and knew this was a great way to lose it (what a joke, right?). She looks in my eyes with a completely stoic face like nothing is happening, takes the pizza without a word, turns around, and does the walk all the way to the back of her house and around a corner to what looked like the living room. I watched every illegal bahis single step of the way because this was so deliberate. She comes back with the money in hand, gives me a smile and I tell her “[pizza price] will be your total,” with a smile back. She finishes her walk back and reaches out to hand me two 20s to cover tip and says pretty casually “Keep the change!” I wanted to say something like “So, who is the lucky man tonight?” or like “That’s one happy man! pizza and sex!” but it all just sounded so lame (because it does) so I lose a part of myself that night saying “Thank you! Have a good night!” and walk away as she closes the door slowly. I calm down during the drive, go back to work like nothing happened, no one says a word about the delivery, I help close, and I go home. Part of me wishes I said something or asked to come in, but I’ll just have to live with the memory of her cute butt walking away from me. A fitting metaphor for the chance missed.

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