Order a Pizza

“Uhh fuck it I’ll just order a large Pizza, go clean yourself up,” you tell Sarah. Who is shaking in fear, She nods her head and gets up you watch her Ass sway from side to side as she walks away causing you to instantly get hard again. “Well if she can’t cook maybe she could be my little stress relief whore, I could always snag another girl to do the cooking and cleaning,” you think to yourself before grabbing the phone to order the pizza.

“Thank you for calling your local neighborhood pizza hut how may I help you?” you hear some underpaid kid say over the phone.

“Yes I’d like a Large supreme pizza with a side of wings?” you tell the person on the other line “I’ll let Sarah eat the wings,” you think to yourself humorously “Also quick question do you have any black delivery girls?”

The boy on the other side sounds confused and downright offended by the question “Y-yes we do?”

“Great make sure to send one of them to deliver the food! And tell them John doe asked them” you say before hanging up the phone. You decide to fill the wait time by watching some more TV, and for some strange reason, you keep drifting to movies/documentaries about Slavery in America. Even stranger, it seems like the white men in the movies are looking at you specifically. Then Jefferson Davis himself seems to be staring at you he lifts his hand and points directly at you. You’d swear that it was a 3d TV with how it seems to pop out at you. Behind him, you see a bunch of ghostly Confederate soldiers.

Then Jefferson Davis's face begins to distort until he looks exactly like you! Then with a haunting voice, he says

“The Great Truth, John… It's up to you now, remind them where their place is!”

Then you bolt awake. Still on the couch, the TV playing the documentaries. “Was it a dream? Was that a GHOST!” before you have time to continue pondering what that could have meant you hear a knock at the door.