Tuesday, February 5, 2013

he's taken to calling phone sex lines. 1.99$ a minute, the same opening recording for each one. 'press 1 for mature ladies in your area. press 2 for hot college coeds." he always presses 2 for some reason, although each line's menus vary. the dial tone and then the click. he's learned by now that the click is equal to the chime of a cash register- they're starting his tab. 
waiting waiting waiting
slowly, a voice comes out of nowhere. always the same voice, sultry. a forced rasp, an attempt to be 'sexy'. sometimes they call him 'big boy', sometimes they call him 'sir', sometimes they don't call him anything. they try to talk dirty to him, sometimes he hangs up. every once in awhile though, a nerve stricken. her voice will sound young, sound pure, delicate, her voice will sound like a summer picnic and he'll say
"how was your day?"



three to four hundred a month. dozens of different hotlines sprawling down his cellular bill, 
Verizon must think he's a pervert. 


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