A little pink girly phone she doesn't recognize

"Hello?" she said into the little pink phone. Dimly her brain protested that her phone was black, but she paid it no heed.

"Hello?" she repeated, but there was no sound, not even heavy breathing.

An orgasmic moan from the phone nearly startled her into dropping it before she looked closer, seeing 'You have messages' blink across the screen.

Looking around suspiciously she called out, "Is anyone here? Is this your phone?"

No one answered and she slumped against the kitchen's pass-through window, squinting down at the screen, surprised to see that it was full of text, apparently a chat between BF and ME.

Ignoring that for the moment she found the voice mail, playing the last message.

"Yo bitch!" a gravelly voice yelled, laughing. "Pick up the damn phone or you'll be late! I sent you a text like you asked, now I'm giving you a wake up call. Check the damn text messages if you're stupid enough to have forgotten already. Gotta go."

"Who... text messages...." Amanda stared at the phone in utter confusion. What was going on anyway? Wondering if the text messages would clear things up she switched to them and began to read.