The next memory I have is laying with my clothes on and shoes off and my phone vibrating over and over on my chest. I picked it up without thinking and answered it, “Arghhh,” I answered. “Who are you with?” was the immediate response. “Arrgh,” I said like a pirate. “Did you hear me? Tell me who you are with!” I cleared my throat. “I am not with anybody. I am just sick.” “You sure?” Sophia’s voice asked. “I swear. Promise to die,” I was slurring my words. “Stick a needle in my eye.” Sophia was quiet for a moment listening to the quietness behind me. “Well, I promise I would kill you if you are lying.” “Argh,” I said again. “I am so sick.” She softened. “Oh babe, you got to take better care of yourself. You sound like death.” “Argh,” I said again. “Okay, sleep, babe. I will check on you tomorrow. Okay?” “Argh,” I got out my mouth again. But then I followed up with, “Okay.” And then I hung up my phone. I dropped my hands to my lower stomach. But I noticed something, with Sophia’s voice, I was now hard.
Written by GS Jackson, © 2009 LOL Entertainment Group, LLC (USA) Limited (HKG)