The stuff here is good, but out there, if you don’t order from Little Caesar’s, you get toppings like tofu and eggplant slices instead of pepperon.... At least that’s the way it was at the places close enough to order from.”“You get pizza from the poor part of town,” I suggested. “It’s supposed to be frat-food. Cheap, easy and goes well with beer. So campuses and slightly poor neighborhoods are the best demographics for pizza. Areas where personal chefs tend to work, do poorly for pizzerias. Not. I hope you don’t mind waiting.” I just nodded at the words which had been spoken by the blonde guy, mentally assessing him but did not bother using ‘Observe’ on him.All three of the guys were wearing blue jackets with black pants. I wondered if that was some sort of uniform or dress code. All of them had some sort of short sword strapped to their backs. They were too engrossed in their own conversation to be paying too much attention to me.I had been sitting there for twenty minutes or so when. “Cool…how about you two?” She asked looking at me and Sha.“Well Sha…do you want to?” I asked“Hell yea!” She practically screamed.I looked at Courtney and then my other three friends, “We’re in.” I said. As soon as my words came out, we were getting up and following the guys behind them in a cab. We were let out at a little house that was about five minute away from the hotel that we were checked in at. After we all got out our cabs and paid the drivers, we were on our way up to the house. We. Dusty could feel her every once in a while massaging his neck, while she was holding him with her arms draped over his shoulders. He noticed she was doing that more and more lately to various parts of his body, but to tell the truth he had no real complaints about it."Well I for one blame you for that. I was clearly ready well before now, but I just couldn't make myself break free," said Dusty as she smiled at her and pulled her closer to himself by wrapping his arms around her."You know, I.