Invited to dinner

I'm sitting nervous on the couch. I was looking through the online adds when I saw her – curvy ginger that promised complete pleasure. So I gathered all my strength and wrote to order her to my house and am now waiting impatiently for her.

She does not know what I'm planning for her. I have a brand new white table top, the expensive plates and a brand new black trash bag on the ready for any leftovers.

I have my father's hunter knife ready and cleaned.

I have disconnected the phones and told everybody to not call me tonight as I will be having an intimate meal and would like to enjoy it. I can only imagine how I will lay her gently on the table, smell her sweet scent, stroke her and when I cannot wait any longer I will cut into her and red will flow freely on the table, on the floor...

The door bell rings... It is her! They have brought her to me! My sweet pizza...