The day drew to a close and the two soon parted ways but Travis remained curious about what Maria had disclosed to him.
With more curiousity than a creepy motel owner with a two way mirror he went online to find out more but got distracted by fail videos and boxing knockouts.
He would remain ignorant for the time being, however fate would intervene before the next full moon and release of a new iPhone, in an unforseen manner unknown to even the most affluent and tanned of soothsayers.
Unfortunately Travis wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, as a matter of fact he wasn't even in the shed.
He was more like a rusty bottle cap found outside your driveway, thoughtlessly discarded by a saggy trousered youth with his hat on backwards who dancewalks everywhere.
Night fell and the earth became silent.
The following evening Travis received a text message asking if he was "well hung" to which he responded "yes always" after conducting an inspection of his wardrobe and seeing that everything was still in impeccable order.
He soon promptly received yet another text asking "Can I sack your cook and hold your calls?".
Travis was perplexed and a tad suspicious. He put down his cure dyslexia self help book he was reading to ponder this momentarily.
"WHO IS THIS" he contested in capital shouty letters that we all read louder in our head for some reason..
A response came "It's Maria, I would like to offer you an invitation to a special kind of party"
Travis sat tranquilly contemplating his inevitable response whilst tickle me Elmo observed the goings on from the corner of the room in silence. Elmo's expression remained unchanged, stoic, noble and battle hardened, always ready to throw down no matter the odds. Even in degrees Fahrenheit.
"To yes or not to yes, that is the question" Travis mutters to himself. He pauses, adjusts his left nut and begins to text.
"Invitation accepted" he replies.
Little did he know that there would be no bouncy castle at this party but plenty of swinging and we're not talking about a cat in a small room, but certainly pussy and people doing the no pants dance like they'd just reached a new total during a telethon in the 80s but with a few more cumshots.
Things were about to get real...
