There in your drive way is standing a Pizza Delivery driver you have never seen before. She is a dyed blond Latina who is much older than you, but in rather great shape for her age. "Are you the one who called in the order?" she asks you, she is wearing a old leather jacket, short black top, a red cap, a black skirt and black casual pumps. You remember your mom talking about having a pizza delivered, so you walk into your home and grab the money off the counter she left for it. "Here ya go!" you say as you give her the money without incident.
"Erm! Where's my tip?" she asks you. You walk back out to the driveway and stick the sword under your arm as you begin to struggle to get some lose dollars out of your pants. You drop one of the dollars, but don't notice it. The Pizza Gal reaches down to get it, but you are still struggling to get the money out of your tight front pockets. As you squirm around, you don't notice her as leans down to get the dollar you dropped and accidentally cleave her in half while you are holding the sword under your arm. The sword is so sharp, you don't notice that till you hear her top half hit the ground. Her cap flies off her head and lands atop of her bottom half.
Suddenly the Driver panics as she can no longer feel her legs. She scrambles over on her arms to see her still standing legs. She screams, quickly crawls into her car and somehow manages to drive away. "Maam! I can explain!" you try to get out, but her car is already speeding down the street. You are staring in disbelief at what she left behind, every thing below her waist!
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