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Monica Sheppard lived across the street. She had always been amiable toward my dear wife and me. After Joan had passed away, she'd come over every chance she could to check in on me. Neither of us had any inkling as to the events which would profoundly affect the two of us.

The summer of her eighteenth year had marked two years since my wife, Joan’s passing. Our house’s sat directly across from each other and from the living room, I could see her bedroom window. I knew this because I had seen her sitting at her desk, which sat off to one side facing the wall. She’d sit there doing her homework during the school year.

She had just graduated from high school, and it was the start of summer vacation for her. As I hauled plastic bags filled with Joan’s clothes onto the porch, I heard a familiar voice.

“Hi Mister Powers, need any help before I go on my run?”

I looked up, and there she was, dressed in a pair of black running shorts and matching sports bra with a front zipper. 

“Sure, I’ve got four more bags inside.” 

Before I knew it, she had come outside with the bags, two in each hand.

“Jeez, Mister Powers, what’s in these bags? They're a little heavy.”

“Joan’s clothes, I’m donating them to the Salvation Army.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...”

Before she could finish, I had told her it was okay, and that I was okay too. After she had placed the bags down, I watched her run down the stairs and head off. Though I’m old enough to be her grandfather, I still had a healthy libido, though it had been in limbo for a long time.

I stood there and watched her run down the tree-lined block. Her long blond braided ponytail bounced with each stride. Her cute butt didn’t go unnoticed either. When she was out of sight, I went inside and made myself a ham on rye sandwich. After adding mayo and a generous slice of a homegrown tomato, I grabbed a Diet Pepsi from the fridge. With my sandwich and soda in hand, I went into the living room to catch the noon news.

Afterward, I went out back and pulled weeds from the flower garden. The next item on my to-do list was tilling up the dirt and mulch. After a short break, the evergreen shrubs needed trimming. By the time I had finished, it was late afternoon, and I went inside to clean up. I grabbed two beers from the fridge and phoned Antonio’s. After I had placed my order, I went into the living room and watched the Cubs play the Cardinals.
 
Just as the sun was setting, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, there stood Cathy, my favorite delivery person. She had on a pair of cutoff jeans and a red V-neck T-shirt. Her ample breasts stretched the top to its limit.

“Here’s your pizza, Mr. Powers. Will that be all for tonight?” She said in her familiar flirty voice.

“Yes, and I’m old enough to be your grandfather,” I said, as I gave her a knowing wink and handed her the money with a very generous tip.

“And I prefer older men, you handsome devil,” she said and winked knowingly before turning to leave.

“Keep showing up dressed as you are, I just may take you up on your offer,” I said as she headed toward her car.

“Well, I’m glad you like my outfit. Night, Mr. Powers, and enjoy your pizza,” she shouted back as she was getting in her car.

I saw Monica sitting on her porch and wave to Cathy before she got in her car. I watched as she drove off, waved to Monica and closed the door. I went back to watching the ball game and thought, tomorrow should be interesting. With two beers and a small, thin & crispy pizza in my gut along with working outside, I soon dozed off. 

When I woke, it was one o’clock in the morning and I noticed the blinds in the dining room bay window weren’t closed. I walked over to close them and in doing so, saw Monica’s silhouette in her bedroom window. The room was bathed in fluorescent blue light and thank god I had no lights on as I watched her sway side to side. She appeared to be wearing a pair of headphones as she began dancing around. I closed the blinds just enough so I could still watch and boy, what happened next got that nearly forgotten feeling between my legs all stirred up.

She reached behind and the next thing I knew; she twirled what appeared to be her bra over her head before flinging it to the side. The erotic dancing continued for a while as she fondled her tits. When the dancing stopped, one hand slowly slid downward and between her parted legs as she appeared to be pulling her nipples with the other hand.

Then, as suddenly as she appeared in the window, the light went out, and she was gone. I was left hanging with a seven-inch stiffy between my legs that needed to be taken care of. I went back in the living room, sat down in my chair and turned on my iPad. I went straight to my favorite porn site and jerked off to a few videos as I thought about Monica. Afterward, I went to bed and was looking forward to tomorrow.

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It was nine o’clock when I got up, showered and dressed before making myself two egg sandwiches for breakfast. A cup of decaffeinated coffee to wash down breakfast and after cleaning up, I was all set. The first thing on my list was to go purchase the material needed to fix up the strip of stone alongside the driveway. 

As I backed the car down the driveway and onto the street, I noticed Monica mowing their front yard, dressed in a pair of cutoffs and a crop top. She smiled, then waved, and I did the same before driving off. As I looked out the rearview mirror, I saw her place a hand over her mouth and fling it outward. I couldn’t believe it; she threw me a kiss!

While driving, I thought about what transpired last night and just now. I came up with a blank and was curious what else may happen over the next two days. This behavior was untypical coming from her.

Arriving at the garden center, I bought fifteen bags of river rock, two rolls of weed cloth and five boxes of landscape staples. After I made my purchase, I drove back home and unloaded the bags of rock. It was now time for lunch, so I went inside and heated the leftover meatloaf from two nights ago and made a salad. After cleaning up from lunch, I went back outside and grabbed a pair of gloves along with a shovel. 

I cleared half the strip of rock along the side of the driveway before calling it a day. That and unloading the car took its toll, even though I naturally took two welcome breaks. After showering, I slipped on a pair of shorts and went to the kitchen where I grabbed two beers from the fridge. As I sat in the living room drinking the ice-cold brewskies, I watched McClintock, starring John Wayne. Being too tired to make any dinner, I phoned  Antonio’s and placed an order for a Sicilian shrimp dinner with a classic salad. 

Midway through the movie, the doorbell rang. I went and opened the door and there stood a kid; I hadn’t seen beforehand. He said, “That’ll be twenty-five dollars. I handed him the money with a generous tip, and he handed me the bag. As he headed toward his car, I saw Monica being dropped off. She had on a pair of athletic shorts and a bikini top. A towel was draped over her arm as she walked up to her house and went inside.  

I returned to watch the movie and enjoy my dinner. As soon as it got pitch-black outside, I went over to the dining room bay window. The blue light was on again in Monica’s room. I closed the blinds just enough, so I couldn’t be seen and yet I could have a good view. Moments later, she appeared and seemed to be naked except for those headphones. This time she began dancing erotically as if she were performing in a gentleman’s club. This went on for five minutes, and her sensuous movements had my cock standing at attention in no time. Just as her deft hands began exploring her body, she quickly went to the side, and the blinds came down. 

I stood there for a moment and, unable to see anything, closed the blinds and retired to bed.  
 

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Morning came early for me as I wanted to get a jump on my project before it got unbearably hot and humid. I made myself a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs with bacon bits, sausage, toast with huckleberry jam and decaffeinated coffee. After cleaning up, I grabbed two-liter bottles of kiwi strawberry water and went outside. Opening the garage door, I brought out a shovel, rake, gloves and a lawn chair. 

Once I had everything ready, it was time to work. The first thing was to remove the rest of the stone from alongside the driveway. All the stone which was removed would be reused before using the new stone. The next step was to remove the worn weed cloth and landscape staples and replace them with the ones that were purchased. First, though, I had to remove a few roots from the tree next door and level off the soil.

By nine am, I had removed the remaining stone along with the worn weed cloth and staples. It was time for a needed break and as I sat on the lawn chair, taking a swig of water from the bottle, up the driveway came Monica. As she came closer, it wasn’t hard to not notice the youthful tits bouncing under her white V-neck T-shirt. Her facial expression told me she seemed genuinely troubled about something. 

“Good Morning, Mr. Powers. Would you appreciate some help?”

“I wouldn't mind, as long as you don’t have any other plans.” 

“Nope, now what would you like me to do?”

“For starters, you can grab a pair of gloves from the shelf in the garage. Now take the shovel and level the soil starting at the other end.”

I watched her walk to the other end as her firm butt wiggled with each step in those low riser cutoff jeans.

As we worked, I’d glance over and would notice how much more of her butt showed as she moved about. The sight of jean material slipping between her firm butt cheeks had my cock standing at attention in no time. As we continued working, her sweat-soaked T-shirt clung to her like a second skin. It had become difficult to concentrate on the work at hand as I kept stealing glances. 

Monica knew exactly what she was doing to me as she would bend over, exposing more of her gorgeous ass. Now and then, she’d stretch and her taut nipples would be visible through the now transparent material of her top. At one point, we caught each other looking and gave a knowing smile. 

It was time to up my game and see how Monica would react. With one swift motion, I pulled off my T-shirt and flung it to the side. I caught her looking as I went back to work. She watched for a moment and then went back to work. After that, we openly would check each other out as we bridged the gap between us. After four hours of work, we added the last of the river stone.

Once the tools and remaining bags of stone were put away, I offered her a bottled water, which she gladly took and quenched her thirst.

We walked over to the concrete patio that I had stained a light tan color. She took me by surprise, “Do you think I’m pretty, Mr. Powers?”

“No Monica, I see you as a beautiful young lady. You’re kind, outgoing, and have a lot going for you." 

“You really think I’m beautiful?”

“Yes, but what’s really been troubling you all day?”

“I don’t know who else I can talk to and it’s something I’m ashamed of.”

“You can talk to me, I promise not to be judgmental and keep this confidential.”

“Well, first, my parents are out of town for a wedding, but won’t be back for another two days.” 

I could see she was getting nervous. “Yes, your mother had asked me to monitor you and for you to not hesitate to let me know if there was something you needed.”

We stepped onto the patio and the two of us each sat on a plush Rattan chair facing each other.

“Now for the hard part, I’ve been watching you work outside. When you removed your T-shirt, I just had to come over and offer my help the following day in hopes I’d get a real good look. Now that I have and seeing that very sizable bulge in your khaki shorts. I’m so horny, I need to feel your cock in my pussy. I’m tired of using my fingers and the vibrator.” 

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“No, the two boys I dated a few times wanted blow jobs and hand jobs. They even said I was terrible at those and didn’t want to waste their time getting me off. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. Before I say anything, is there something else you want to say?”

“Yes, I enjoy dancing and wanted to see what pole dancing was all about. As a result, I googled it and watched a few videos that showed women stripping as they danced. 

“Did their erotic dancing affect you in any way?” 

“Yes, it did.” 

“What did you do then?” 

“Oh, Mr. Powers, I think you know what I did.” She gave me a mischievous smile. 

“I do and must say you have been a very mischievous girl that needs to be properly punished for such lewd behavior.” 

“I danced for you, did you get turned on?” 

“Most definitely, and your teasing today had my cock standing at attention. Though dancing erotically in your window isn’t appropriate. Hopefully, no one else saw you.”  

“This has been an eye-opening conversation, and I need a moment.” 

She sat there and looked uneasy as I took a moment and carefully gathered my thoughts. I could tell her to go home and forget this candid conversation. Yet this beautiful eighteen-year-old sitting across from me had bared her soul and wants to have sex with me. 

“Okay Monica, if we take this any further there will be no going back and no one is to know. Not even your friends.”  

“I understand and will do anything you desire.” 

There was a moment of silence as we sat looking at each other. She then rose to her feet and danced. Her deft hands gripped the hem of her V-neck T-shirt and as her hips swayed rhythmically side to side, she seductively licked her full lips. With the shirt bunched up under her tits, Monica clutched the liter bottle of water in both hands. She held it up high, tilted her head and poured the water into her open mouth. 

My cock snapped to attention as I watched the water flow over her tits and soak the crotch of her cutoff jeans. After she set the bottle on the arm of her chair, her deft hands gripped the bunched-up shirt and gradually pulled it further up. With the bottom half of those youthful orbs exposed, her index fingers lightly followed the gentle curve along the sides and underbust.  

She danced her way to me as I eagerly snatched up my water bottle and rose from my chair. She jerked the T-shirt over her head, letting it drop as I poured water over her ample chest. Her gentle hands locked behind my head and pulled me toward her taut nipple. The water bottle dropped from my hand as I swirled my tongue over the eraser size nub.

As I sucked and gently licked her nipples, her hands sought their way to my belt. Before I knew it, the shorts along with my boxers were pooled around my feet. The pleasant feeling of fingers other than mine wrapped around my stiff pole felt incredible. The touch was soft and gentle as her hand started sliding along the shaft to the large mushroom-shaped head.

Gently biting down on one nipple and then the other, my fingers were busy undoing the snap of her shorts. She promptly released her grip on the veiny shaft and crooked her fingers in the waistband as I pulled down the zipper. The shorts slid down her long, toned legs and pooled around her shapely ankles. She didn’t have any panties on and there before me was a nicely trimmed bush in the familiar shape of a diamond.

l reached for her delicate hand, “Let’s continue in the shower.” 

She beamed and eagerly followed me inside. As we walked toward the master bathroom, she gently took hold of my cock. When we eagerly stepped into the walk-in shower, Monica went and stood under the showerhead. I turned on the water and as I went over to join her and she said, “What do you think, Mr. Powers?”

“You are most definitely a beautiful young lady,” I said as she turned all the way around.

“I can’t wait to taste that big, beautiful cock and feel it inside me,” she said as she reached for the bottle of liquid soap.

She squirted a liberal amount on her tits and flat stomach. Then she squirted soap on my chest and stomach before setting down the bottle. We stood there, gently washing the sweat and grime off our bodies. My deft hands were busy gently rubbing the soap over her tits as she was rubbing the soap over my chest. Not sure what to do, her gentle hands eagerly followed my lead. When I flicked her soapy nipples with my fingers, she did the same to me. Our eager hands moved in sync, gently pinching and pulling nipples then moving downward.  

When my hand cupped her mound, she let out a gasp. Her hands grabbed hold of my shoulders as my index finger flicked across her clit. Another gasp was heard, and I felt fingernails digging into my shoulders. As my finger slid down her slit, I backed her up against the tiled wall. My finger pushed past the puffy lips and I felt the nails dig deeper into my shoulders.

The tip of my finger encountered some resistance, and I knew it was her hymen. As I fingered her pussy, my thumb flicked and gently rubbed the little man in the boat. Our kissing became passionate, tongues entwined in a sensual dance. Her moans grew louder the closer she got to the edge. She began trembling as I finger fucked her with earnest. In a matter of minutes, she cried out as her orgasm hit every fiber of her being. She dragged her nails across my shoulders.

“God, that was intense. Screw me now. I need you inside me.”

“Are you?”

Monica cut me off, “On the pill since I turned sixteen.”

I went over, sat on the marble bench, and she naturally followed. Standing in front of me, she spun around and wiggled her cute butt before straddling my lap. As she gradually lowered herself on my cock, the feeling was incredible. It naturally took remarkable restraint not to blast my load as she pumped up and down while I gently caressed her back.

With my left hand, I reached under her arm and gently kneaded her tit as I passionately kissed her graceful neck. She bounced up and down on my cock, grinding her pussy against me. The distinctive sound of wet skin on wet skin filled the shower along with her moans of pleasure as her deft hand gently kneaded the other firm tit. I reached down with my right hand and lightly rubbed her clit while I sucked her earlobe.

It would not be much longer and when she cried out, “I’M C-C-CUMMING!”  I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her against me as load after load of cum filled her pussy.  As we slowly recovered, I gently pressed my hand over her mound. 

“That was incredible, I never had an orgasm like that,” she said, cupping my nut sac in her palm.

“Yes, that was incredible, and we just got started. It’s time we continue this on the bed.”

She stood, walked over and grabbed the two towels from the rack. Handing me a towel, we began drying each other. Finished, I told her to stand near the foot of the bed and wait for me. When she turned, I gave her butt a gentle slap and watched her walk toward the bed. I then went over to the sink, opened a cabinet drawer and removed a bottle of almond massage oil. I joined Monica, sat on the edge of the bed in front of her and placed the bottle next to me.

“Now, I need you to relax and show me your oral skills.”

“B-but...”

“No buts, just relax and show me. I will not be judgmental.”

I parted my legs, and she knelt down between them. Watching, she began by gently blowing along the length of my flaccid cock. Her hand cupped my balls in her palm, and she gently rolled them as her tongue swirled around the circumcised head. She looked up as she took the head between her full lips and gradually slid down the shaft. The tip of her nose touched my trimmed pubic hair, and I felt her tongue swirl over the gradually growing shaft.

There was a “popping” sound as she let my cock slip from her mouth. Taking the now rigid shaft in her gentle hand, she looked up at me and licked my balls. Her hand had wrapped around the shaft, stroking up and down. I kept watching as she licked her way up the shaft and over her twisting, stroking hand. 

Reaching the tip, she looked at me and said, “What do you think, Mr. Powers?”

“I think your skills are most pleasurable.”

With that being said, she had smiled and kissed the tip before she swallowed my cock down her throat. Her head bobbed up and down as her hand stroked the veiny shaft. All the while, she had been fingering her pussy and was now moaning with my cock in her mouth. The combined sensations were indescribable as her mouth brought me closer to the bursting point.

I cradled her face in my hands as I exploded in her mouth. She swallowed, each mouth full of cum. When she pulled back, there were some strands of saliva mixed with cum dangling from my cock and down her chin. A few strands stretched from my cock to her mouth. She looked at me and before she said anything; I leaned forward and kissed her. After several moments, I sat back, told her to stand and not speak.

“It’s time for your punishment, Monica. Now lay across my lap.”

“I didn’t think you were serious.”

“I am. Now assume the position.”

She looked a little apprehensive as she took her place across my lap. I applied fifteen smacks to each cheek with my capable hand. With each successive smack, her whimpers became moans and groans. By the time I landed the last smack, the skin had turned a faint red and my lap was covered in her maiden oil.

I gently rubbed her butt to ease the sting. “Will you be dancing in your window again?”

“No.”

“Good girl, now get up on the bed and lay on your back. I want to devour that juicy peach of yours.”

I joined her and knelt at her feet as I gently took hold of her shapely ankles. After parting her legs, I moved over her and supported myself on my forearms. As we tenderly kissed, l began sliding my cock up and down along her wet slit. Before long, she started moaning and thrusting her hips upward as I kissed down her graceful neck. When I reached her supple breast, my tongue flicked around as I tenderly caressed the other breast with my hand and slowly fingered the nipple.

As I slowly kissed and gently licked down her flat stomach, my deft hand gently stroked one shapely leg. I started at her slender hip, gently moved to the inner thigh, then the knee and back up. As I continued caressing her leg, my kisses reached her mound. When my lips touched her clit, she jerked and bent her legs at the knees. Her legs opened wider as I moved down on my stomach and hooked my arms under them.

I flattened my tongue and gently licked her puffy lips several times as I inhaled her womanly scent. She was eagerly urging me to make her come, as my tongue dipped into the sweet peach. At that moment, my hands gently took hold of her tits as my tongue swirled around her inner depths. With my hands plying the supple tit flesh and licking her slit, she clutched a handful of my hair. She was bucking against my mouth as I sucked and licked.

“AARRGGHH!” She cried out, back arched as she came.  

I gently pressed my lips against her clit and did not move until she had recovered. As she lowered her legs, I pulled my arms from underneath and moved up. We nuzzled and tenderly kissed.

“That was mind-blowing, I’m definitely going to want more of that tongue of yours.”

“And I’m going to enjoy tasting your luscious peach again. Plus I definitely want you giving me more blow jobs. Those two ex-boyfriends were wrong. You give great head.”

“I’m very pleased you enjoyed my oral skills.”

“Now, one more hole requires my attention.” 

“Please, please, not my ass. I don’t think that big cock will fit.”

“Ah, how soon you forgot. Do you remember saying you would do anything I desire?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then please get on your hands and knees.”

As she moved into position, I told her I would not hurt her and that I would stop if she said to. Moving between her legs, I picked up the bottle of almond massage oil. As I drizzled the oil on her lower back, I gently massaged her skin and drizzled some on her firm butt. As my hand gently rubbed the oil over her back and butt, I drizzled some oil on the valley between her cheeks. 

She relaxed, sighing as I gently massaged her back and butt. Taking my free hand, I rubbed the oil down her ass crack and gently around her backdoor. At the first touch of my finger, her cheeks tightened. I told her to breathe normally as my hand continued massaging her lower back and butt.

“I’ll gradually insert a finger in your ass. Remember, say stop if you need to.”

“I will.”

I applied more oil over her backdoor and my index finger as my hand kept massaging her back and butt. I pushed my oiled finger past the opening up to the first knuckle. A sharp intake of breath came from Monica as I moved the finger up and down for several seconds. Pushing in further, I kept my finger still as I continued gently rubbing her cheeks.

“Are you okay?” I said, moving my finger from side to side. 

“Yes, it was a little painful at first.”

“I’m going to push in all the way.”

“Go ahead, I’m ready.”

When I sunk the rest of my finger in, she mewled as it moved all around. She was soon relaxed even more than before, and I withdrew my finger. The massaging stopped, and I applied a liberal amount of oil on my cock. Her anal opening was given another liberal coating of oil. I moved between her parted legs and touched her backdoor with the tip of my cock. When I pushed the head past her opening, she let out a grunt as I held still.
  
I gradually pushed deeper in her tight ass, pausing momentarily for her to get used to having my cock in her ass. I reached around and teased her nipples. She squealed in delight as I pulled and pinched her taut nubs.

“I’m so full, give me the rest of that wonderful cock!” 

In one hard push, my cock was balls deep and started thrusting in and out of that virgin ass. She bucked wildly against me, cum ladened balls slapped against her. As I plied the tit flesh in one hand, the other found its way to her mound and my fingers rubbed her clit.  She was oohing and aahing as I drove my cock in her harder and faster. One hand moved to her butt and rubbed her firm cheeks as I kept rubbing the little man in the boat. As we pounded against each other, the room filled with grunts and groans from the two of us. With one last thrust, my balls released their load as her ass clamped around my cock.

Exhausted, she fell to the bed, dislodging my cock. I knelt there and watched as cum seeped from her backdoor, onto the sheets. Then I moved alongside and held her in my arms. We kissed and cuddled for a long time before cleaning up. I gave her a robe to wear while I gathered her clothes from the patio and tossed them in the washer. I had on a pair of boxers, and she wore a robe as we sat on the couch and talked. I told her she had no reason to believe she was inadequate sexually. She said the spanking turned her on and the anal sex was something she’d like to do again.  

“There’s one last thing I’d like to do,” she said as she stood and promptly ran to the master bedroom.

She swiftly returned with the bottle of massage oil and a bath towel. She knelt on the plush carpet and carefully placed the bottle next to me as we looked at each other in the eye. Her nimble fingers gripped the waistband of the boxers. As she jerked them down, I naturally raised my hips and in one quick jerk; they were flung to the side. She took the towel, doubled it up, and placed it on the couch. I sat back down and immediately parted my legs; she scooted forward.

Clutching the bottle in her gentle hand, she cradled my nut sac in the palm of her other hand. She gave a wicked smile as a liberal amount of oil was drizzled on my flaccid cock and nut sac. Placing the bottle down, her fingers wrapped around the shaft as my nut sac was being fondled. Her hand slowly moved up and down the growing shaft.

She released my nut sac and wrapped those fingers around the base of my shaft. Her other hand moved down the shaft. She used both hands, her wrists turned opposite directions as they moved up and down the thick, veiny shaft. After half a dozen strokes, one hand moved to the mushroom-shaped head. Holding her hand loosely around the head, her hand slid down to the base. Her other hand immediately wrapped loosely around the head and slid down. This cycle was repeated six times and then she reversed this motion, going from the base to the head. 

She started combining all the hand movements with varying pressure and I naturally pushed my hips upward. I was grunting and moaning as I watched her deft hands stroke the throbbing shaft a dozen more times. That’s all it took and my cum shot out in long thick ropes. My stomach, cock, and her hand were all covered in man cream.

“Mmm, that was by far the best handjob I ever had.”

“Really, Mr. Powers?”

“Really.”

She smiled, raised the hand to her mouth and licked up the cream. It looked as if she were licking a lollipop. 

“Mmm, delicious.” 

Her tongue lapped up the white stuff from my cock and balls. Then she slurped up the rest from my stomach. I leaned forward, cupped her face in my hands and tenderly kissed her.  She crawled onto my lap, and we cuddled for a while.

Fifteen minutes later and rested, she said, “Time for me to get dressed.”

We got up, I slipped on my boxers and went to the laundry room to collect her clothes.  When she was dressed, I walked her to the door.

Before leaving she said, “I have two more days before my parents come home. Maybe we could order a pizza tomorrow.”

She gave me a knowing wink and kissed my cheek. I watched her walk across the street and into her house. After closing the door, I made a call to Antonio’s. Cathy answered the phone, and I placed an order of two pizzas for tomorrow at one o’clock. She said it was her day off, but she’d be happy to make the delivery. 

After hanging up, I couldn’t help but think of what tomorrow would bring. 
 

The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events are products of the author's imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.    
 

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