❝Hello—❞
❝Yo, where are the condoms I ordered the other day? If I'm not getting those goods, I want my money back!❞
❝What?❞
❝Wait, why do you sound like a girl? Oh, no. Please don't tell me that this is not Jason.❞
❝Yes, I am indeed Not Jason, thank you very much. In fact, sir, my name is Leila and you are calling in the McDonald's delivery line.❞
❝Oh. . . . So, do you guys sell condoms?❞
❝Ew, no way! This fast food chain is a paradise for foodies and—❞
❝Diabetes. You guys are the number one cause of diabetes.❞
❝Pfft, says the one who eats fast food twice a week.❞
❝Wait, have you been stalking me?❞
❝What the fries? I don't even know who you are!❞
❝So, how did you know that?❞
❝Know what?❞
❝I eat fast food twice a week.❞
❝Ha! I guess I'm the Psychic Chick.❞
❝Psychic my arse.❞
❝You mean PSY kicked your ass?❞
❝You're an annoying orange.❞
❝And you're the Condom Guy.❞
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Miss Delivery Girl
Short StoryMcDonald's delivery worker Leila Nasser finds herself forming the unlikeliest bond in the world with Trevor Tanner, a condom seeker too lewd for his own good, though he does have his own charms. But is the risk worth taking? #1 in Short Story | five...
