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After waiting about an hour, the delivery man finally pulled up into the back of the studio. He was a large man, he slight curled up lip, and a baseball cap covered his messy gray hair. It didn't register at the time, but he was wearing white bell bottom pants. We assumed he was just a cool old guy trying to keep up with the latest styles. As I handed him the money for the food, he winked at me. His eyes were very intriguing.(It may not have been apparent to you, but I am a female)They were georgeous. I've never been attracted to old men, but there was something about him, a presence that he had. It was almost as if his very aura was filled the air around me. As he handed the food over, I somehow felt that he was better than this. He was a special person. Why is this man delivering pizzas? I still didn't know who he was. It dawned on me after I gave him his tip. He said "Thank you, thank you very much" in the most sexy vioce I'd ever heard, then, he drove away. At that moment, I was sure the King had left the building.
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