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Fireball Revelations

... eat it here?" He asked.

"Yes." Sandy answered and then asked hopefully, "Is Paul working?"

"No. Right now there is only me. He'll be in at five this evening." The old man said. "Now, what kind do you want?"

"I want peperoni and mushrooms." Sandy said looking at me.

"I was thinking Hawaiian." I said back at her.

"I could do one that s half and half." The old man offered. "What size do you want? Medium, large, or extra-large?"

I said extra-large and Sandy agreed, hesitated, then asked, "How do you know that Paul will be here at five?"

The old man grinned at her. "He's my son." The old man said, "If he's late, I'll box his ears and then he'll have to deal with his mother. What do you want to drink?"

Both Sandy and I laughed over that. "A pitcher of beer, please."

"Show me your id's first."

We both had anticipated that demand and had our driving licenses with us. He carefully looked at mine first and finally handed it back. "Legal by three days. Happy birthday." He said and then took Sandy's. Her eighteenth birthday had been last April, and he returned her license with the words, "Find yourselves a table and I'll bring your drinks right out." Forty-five minutes later, having had our fill of both pizza and beer, we were heading out PJ's door with our left-over pizza in a carry-out box. We had learned a lot in that short time. I learned that I get drunk on beer whereas wine made me more horney than buzzed. Sandy learned that Paul, Pauly to both his ...

... father and mother, didn't have a girlfriend so where Karen the Whore got her information from was a mystery. Sandy had steadied me as we walked to her car and then drove us home. I fumbled at bit between carrying the pizza box and trying to put my key into the front door lock, but I finally open the door and we were back in the front room.

Almost immediately, I was confronted by the large box sitting on the old hassock and I stopped so abruptly that Sandy nearly bowled me over. "Hey, you know, we should open my present." I said, slightly slurring my words.

"Yeah. I was wondering what it is. Wait here and I find something to open it with." She said and went toward the kitchen.

I kind of sat down beside the hassock and instinctively put a hand to roll it about a little. It was like I was a little kid again. Sandy's return with one of our kitchen knives. A couple of quick cuts opened the top of the brown shipping box and revealed a white product box that had the picture of a pink unicorn and pink lettering that said, 'My Pink Pony" by Syban. We both looked at the top of that box in wonder and then Sandy gasped.

"Oh, My God! It's a fucking machine!" She nearly shouted.

I was still dumb founded. "Yeah, I can see that it's a machine. So what?"

'So what? Why you drunk bitch, it's a fucking machine! Your mother bought you a real fucking machine!" She insisted.

"What? No! My mother wouldn't do that!" I insisted even though I had a doubt suddenly growing in my ...