Hot Line | ✓

call #2

"hi. it's me again."

"i'm sorry, i recognize the voice but—"

"evan. i called the other night. my girlfriend left me for my cousin."

"oh! evan. hey. how are you?"

"i've seen better days."

"i'm sure you have."

"how are you?"

"i'm fine." she pauses, leaving the two of them in silence. "are you sure you don't want me to talk dirty to you or something?"

"what?"

"well, you know, this is a sex hotline. it's kind of my job to give you some sort of pleasure."

"you're giving me the pleasure of talking to you."

another pause. "i guess i'm not used to guys on here just wanting to talk."

"i'm not most guys."

she laughs. "that sounds like something out of a cheesy movie."

"there's nothing wrong with cheesy. people like cheesy."

"what about people who are lactose intolerant?"

"well, i can tell you that i am lactose intolerant and i still eat cheese so that argument isn't quite as strong as you may have hoped."

soon her laughter falters and she lets out a sigh. "why are you calling a sex hotline, evan?"

"i told you. i need a friend."

"i'm sure you have friends in your life you could talk to."

"they're all corrupt."

"how so?"

"they're all friends with her now too."

"well, why a sex line of all places? why not call somewhere else?"

"i saw an ad on late night tv."

"and you figured, 'yeah, that sounds like a good idea'?"

"maybe not a good idea, but an idea nonetheless. it's worked out so far. we seem to be getting along just fine."

"that's because i'm paid to make people happy."

he stays silent. "maybe. but i'll take that over being sad."