Pick up the phone. It's time for some pizza and beer!

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?"