The Pizzaman
“Holy shit”, I muttered. '”Fucking hell!” I couldn’t believe what was happening in front of me! I stood glued to the spot, afraid to breathe. I was standing in the lounge of one of my customers. I must have had a dumb and dumber expression on my face. My mouth hung open and my jeans strained at the crotch. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Jack. I am 1.9 meters tall with darkly tanned skin. I have brown hair which I crop very short to the scalp and have brown eyes. I...