After the rub you head back upstairs and try to do up your button, but you can't!
Still bloated, you think to yourself and sit down on the computer chair and start up your computer.
You enter your e-mail settings and see you have an e-mail from Tom. You click on it and read it.
It asks if you'd like to come over to his house for dinner. Since it's your day off tomorrow you decide yes. The e-mail comes with a phone number and you call it.
"Hello," says Tom on the phone.
"Hey Tom," you answer," got your e-mail."
"Great," Tom says on the phone cheerfully," so would you like to come over, play a few video games and have some pizza?"
"Sounds good," you answer," what time should I come?"
"Any time you want," answers Tom.
"I'll come in an hour," you answer then say," but where do you live?"
"I live at Empire Tower," answers Tom.
Empire Tower is a big apartment building downtown, tallest building in town.
"Cool," you answer," what room?"
"305," answers Tom," I'll tell the front desk man you're coming."
"Rightio," you thank," see ya later."
"Bring your appetite," says Tom and hangs up.
You hang up and put a hand on your swollen belly.
'That'll be hard to do,' you think to yourself and continue with your Internet surfing.
An hour later your belly has shrunk down to normal size and you're able to button up your pants again and you throw on a blue t-shirt to match your black shorts and head down to the kitchen to see your parents walk in the door. You tell your folks where you're going and your mom gives you a kiss good bye and your Dad hugs and reminds you to be careful on your way down there and back.
You get on your bike and head out.
The Empire Tower is just a 5 minute bike ride away and you arrive there pretty easily, not much traffic.
You park your bike in the bike rack and walk up to the front desk inside.
"May I help you?" asks a rather large security guard.
"I'm here to see my friend Tom," you answer with a smile.
"So you're (insert your name here)?" he asks.
"Yep," you answer.
"Tom talks a lot about you," says the security guard," all positive."
"That's good to hear," you smile.
"He's on the 3rd floor, room 305," directs the guard.
"Thanks," you smile and press the up button on the elevator.
You walk up to room 305 and knock on the door. A few seconds later someone opens it, but who?
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