My my. What lesson learned...? (fm:exhibitionism, 1378 words) | |||
Author: yoni | |||
Added: Mar 10 2004 | Views / Reads: 1633 / 1198 [73%] | Story vote: 8.67 (6 votes) | |
anonymous stranger through a phone call leads a willing woman to her true desires. | |||
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My my. What lesson learned...?Well, my therapist said I had to learn to trust more; of course he wasn’t referring to something like this, at least I don’t think he was. Who knows though? He might’ve been the one who set the whole thing up. After all I still can’t place the identity of whomever. I am however kinda getting ahead of myself though. The phone call came in at 4:30 the end of my work day. There I was picking up all my personal stuff from the desk, shuffling papers, setting up for tomorrow, you know the drill. The jarring ring of the phone almost frightened me it was so unexpected. “Hello?’ there was no sound at the other end of the connection, just breathing. “Hello? Is there someone there?” “Your future.” the voice replied. There was no more sound and the connection was terminated.
I stared at the phone receiver, “What’s this?” muttering as I replaced it. “Oh well...” and turned to leave heading home. I must admit I was a frazzled commuter that day it had been an extremely long one. My auburn hair was completely frizzed out from being in that humid office and my blouse was wrinkled as was my skirt. In fact the only thing looking fine was my purse which had been under my desk. So, it was definitely time to have some time for me. I usually don’t stop at coffee shops but I couldn’t resist. After repairing to the ladies room to ‘unshevle,’ myself I was musing just soaking up the ambience stirring my mocha latte. “Excuse me Miss...” the waiter was talking to ...
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