Calling a friend
``Pete? It's me.''
``It's close to noon, Pete, don't whine!''
``I know, so did I!''
``Where have you been last night?''
```The Point'? That place sucks.''
``Maybe one year ago. It sucks now.''
``That's why I'm calling you. I'm seeing a wonderful girl.''
``Very funny, Pete. I'm serious.''
``No, nothing like her. Please, Pete.''
``Oh, you mean that? Yes, she is pretty. She is very pretty. She is too-beautiful-for-supermodel pretty. Blonde, dark green eyes that sparkle, a cute little nose, full lips that beg to be kissed, full breasts--''
``I don't know her exact cup size. More than a handful. Enough for all purposes, if you know what I mean.''
``Yes, I thought you would. You have to meet her. You'll be drooling. She has the most attractive pair of legs I have ever seen. She beats my two favorite playmates, and I mean them together.''
``For a week.''
``Yes, that is why I've been missing most of last week.''
``I met her at Volcano.''
``Kind of. She's actually Sissy's friend.''
``Man, I don't know how even to start to tell you about that. She is impossible to describe. Best sex I ever had. She could kill me with it, if she wanted.''
``Yes. She is so damn sexy, I'm telling you. Just the way she looks at me, she makes a face, a face of `I'm your private slut and love it' that makes me hard just to think of.''
``No, fuck, I am not masturbating right now!''
``Only last night.''
``Fuck off. It was not like that. I really like her.''
``Better than Jean. Way, way better.''
``Not yet. She asked me for it, Pete, but after five in a row it was hard. I mean, soft. She said she likes it. Ever heard of that? A woman that likes anal and is not being paid to talk to a camera?''
``The hell you'd do six. The way you drink? I bet you wouldn't do one.''
``I don't think so. She did mean it. You should have seen her.''
``There was no way, Pete. It's not like I didn't try.''
``You be damn sure I will do it. Right after I hang up.''
``Yes, she is right here.''
``No. I wish you could see her face. And where her hand is.''
``Yes, that moan was hers.''
``Gotta go, Pete. I'll turn my phone off now.''
``If I'll see you Monday? Who knows? I'm hoping I'll be too busy.''
And he hung up. Just in time, because I would have taken that phone out of his hand and thrown it through the window if he didn't jump on me right then.