❝McDonald's delivery line at your service. What would you like to order?❞
❝Service? Hmm. . . . ❞
❝Oh, it's Trevor the Kinky Treadmill. Sorry, babe, but I don't play with demons.❞
❝You'll become one once I get my hands on your lei-gs.❞
❝Ew, can't you keep your hands to yourself?❞
❝I would but it's not as satisfying.❞
❝Okay. . . . So, are you ordering anything?❞
❝Yeah, hmm, one Black Forest Ham sandwich and Coca-Co-lei, I guess.❞
❝Wait, sandwich? WHAT THE HELL? THAT'S SUBWAY, YOU DIPSHIT.❞
❝Oh.❞
❝Please don't tell me you have Alzheimer's or something.❞
❝Not that I'm aware of but, hmm, what would you recommend for me?❞
❝Egg McMuffin with Mountain Dew because, one, your eggs are dysfunctional so you need some nutrients to revive them. Two, I'm sick of that Coca-Cola pun.❞
❝You mean, Coca—❞
❝Shut up. Just give me your address.❞
❝Err, shit, I forgot my address. Just hold on. I'll get it.❞
❝ . . . ❞
❝ . . . ❞
❝My safest bet is on Alzheimer.❞
❝ . . . ❞
❝One eternity later.❞
❝ . . . ❞
❝Okay, got it.❞ [Trevor states his house address.]
❝Oh, it's not that far from here.❞
❝So, you're the delivery girl, right?❞
❝I'm afraid no, I only pick up the calls, list down the orders and pack up the food and drinks, that's all.❞
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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...
