I dial.

The phone rings.

She answers.

"Hello?"

Fuck.

"Hi."

"What's your name?"

"I'm Matt."

"Hi Matt. I'm Amy."

A pause.

"So what do you like, Matt?"

This picture of you with your beautiful tits barely held back by that tank top.

"I, uh... I want you to ignore me."

Another pause.

"Okay, um, I don't really do that." Sincere. "You should like, probably call someone else."

"Oh, uh, alright."

"Bye baby." Click.

I move to press the red button with the little bump, and a tinny voice distinctly says

"Fucking loser."

Instinctive curiosity brings the handset back into action.

"What did he want?" A male voice.

"Some weird shit." Amy, farther away. "I'm off for tonight."

The generalized sounds of movement.

"And I'm horny." Inquisitive tonal grunt from the interlocutor. "Mmm, fuck me baby." Sultry, almost moaning.

Insincere. And at three dollars and ninety-nine cents per minute, the next seventeen were worth every penny.