Date: Wed, 09 Jul 2008 22:40:30 +0100 From: jerryfell@hushmail.com Subject: The Phone Call (adult youth) Craig reached underneath the seat. He felt about with his finger-tips. He found a scrap of paper. He retrieved it. He sat upright and smoothed out the wrinkled paper. There was a mobile number written on the paper. That's all. Craig took out his mobile phone. He turned it over in his fingers. He punched in the number. He hesitated. He hit `call'. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Click. "Hello." "Hey." "Hey, who's this?" "You first." "You called me." "You left your number under my chair." "What chair?" "You tell me." "... I don't know." "How old are you?" "Thirteen." "Why are you leaving your number under people's chairs?" "I didn't." "Who did?" "I don't know. Who are you?" "Someone who picked up your number." "How old are you?" "Twenty five." "How did you get my number?" "You left it under my chair." "How did you find it?" "I felt under my chair." "This is weird." "Tell me about it. What is your name?" "Adam." "Adam?" "Yes. Why?" "Nothing." "No, go on, what's funny about Adam?" "Nothing." "Why did you ask me then?" "I wanted to know your name?" "Why?" "Because otherwise all I have is your voice." "You are weird." "Why is it weird to want to know your name?" "I don't know." "So who is being weird?" "What's your name then?" "Craig." "Craig?" "Yes." "Serious?" "Yes. Why? Isn't Craig a serious name?" "I don't know." "What do you mean you don't know?" "I don't know." "I guess that's because you are thirteen." "What is that supposed to mean?" "Well, at your age you don't know much." "Excuse me?" "You are excused." "No I mean, what the fuck are you talking about?" "Also, thirteen year olds get angry easily." "What? What the fuck!" "See what I mean." "I am hanging up." "Go ahead." "Who are you?" "I told you." "Are you some sort of pervert?" "Yes." "What!?" "You asked." "What the fuck?" "Why did you ask?" "What do you mean, why did I ask?" "Well?" "I... don't know." "Same as you don't know why you left your number under my chair." "This is unreal." "You are talking to me aren't you?" "What do you want?" "What do YOU want?" "What do you mean?" "You are thirteen." "Right." "Don't you want anything?" "Well...." "Well?" "Do you know where I live?" "No." "You don't know me?" "No." "You just found my number under your chair?" "Correct." "So you don't know where I live?" "Like I said." "Ok. So what if I said I wanted to be wanked." "That's something you might want." "What?" "I can believe you. That's what I wanted when I was thirteen." "You are seriously weird." "Who else can you say that to?" "No one." "So I am like your best friend." "What?" "Think about it." "I don't get it." "You just told a pervert that you want to be wanked." "Yeah, but I don't know you." "Do you want me to wank you?" "I don't know you." "Do you want to be wanked by a man?" "You are gross." "You told me that you want to be wanked." "Do you wank boys my age?" "Not yet." "Not yet?" "But I might start with you." "How are you gonna start with me?" "Well I know some stuff about you?" "Like what?" "Your name." "Adam." "Yes. And your mobile number." "That ain't much." "And that you want to be wanked by a man." "How do you know that?" "Well do you?" "Yes." "Thought so." "You are a pervert." "Yes. I told you that already." "You like boys my age?" "Sure. And I like you." "You don't know me though." "Really?" "Yeah." "Did you forget that you dropped your number under my chair." "So what?" "I am a teacher." "So?" "Well guess what?" "What?" "One of my thirteen year old pupils." "What?" "Is called Adam." Click. ----- jerryfell@hushmail.com