Delivery story 352 Jilly writes: When I was a sophomore in high school my boyfriend (now husband) took a job delivering pizzas on weekends. As you might imagine this put quite the damper on our dating. One Saturday when he had to work I took a job babysitting. After I put the kids down for the night I ordered a pizza. I knew John was the only delivery driver working that night (Tommy's is a small neighborhood joint on the far northwest side of Chicago) and decided to have a side order of sex with my pizza. I spent about fifteen minutes doing my hair and making my self up then stripped naked. I borrowed a pair of black FM's and waited for the doorbell. The apartment was on the second floor rear and had a long staircase and a solid door at the bottom. After what seemed like forever the bell rang. I turned the hall light, walked downstairs, threw the door open and came face to face with a complete stranger. I must have stepped back in shock because the next thing I knew he was in the hall with me and the door was closed. I tried to cover myself and run up the stairs but only succeeded in falling on my butt spread eagle. "You're not John!" I stammered as he stared at all of my charms. "John's not working tonight. He had tickets to the Cubs game." I spent the next fifteen minutes getting even with John for lying to me. Andy was true to his word and never told anyone who the tramp was that night.