Okay, here we go again.Okay, here we go again. From the author that brought you such stories as "Summer Intern" and "Skiing" comes a new story... As before, this story is a work of fiction. The characters, places, and situations depicted below are figments of the author's imagination and any resemblance to real people, places, or situations is purely coincidental. The author also hereby disclaims any liability for damages to minors viewing this material. Any defects should be reported to the author, but the author is not liable for any consequential commercial damages. This story may be distributed freely, but please distribute only with the attached disclaimer. One final note: I'm trying something new here (at least new for me). I'm going to write two different versions of this story, one from each actor's perspective. Tell me how you like it... Okay, with that out of the way, on to the story... Personal Ad -- Pam's Story I was exhausted. I walked off the jumbo jet, looking forward to a nice bathtub filled with hot bubbly water. That week in Switzerland just drained me. I was tired and sore and needed to be de-stressed. Bankers should could be jerks. Especially foreign bankers. I don't think they gave me much credit because I am female. Of course, I really made them eat their thoughts when I took them to the cleaners during the question and answer period of my presentation, if I do say so myself. I stood and waited for my luggage, frequently slipping a foot out of my shoe and bending down to massage it. Finally, my bags came around on the carousel. I grabbed them and headed out to the parking ramp. On her way home I remembered the voice ad I had left. I wondered if anyone had left a message. I doubted it, but it might be fun to call and check. I walked into my apartment and immediately went into the bathroom to draw myself a bath. I hit the play button on the answering machine as I undressed. And finally I called into the voice mailbox to see if anyone had left I a message. Beside the usual garbage calls, there was one real message. I stood there, slack-jawed, as the message played. |