The Femme Fatale

Cleaning up after my little session, I decide to call on the femme fatale, Rita. Checking the white pages on line,finding her information within seconds,I copy her phone number onto a piece of paper before shutting down my laptop.with her image firmly in my mind I grab the receiver and dial the number.

Five rings and her machine kicks in "I'm away right now, leave a message and a number and i'll get back when i can!" Then the annoying beep , leaving my name and number i suggest she call at her convenience tomorrow. Packing it in I go home to add Rita's video to my vast collection, before calling it a night!

Early morning i'm up and eagerly looking to getting back to the office. By nine I'm unlocking the door, going in the first thing i spot after turning the alarm off is the blinking red light on the answering machine. Anticipation overcomes me, rushing over and rewinding, then listening to the sweet vocal tones of Rita in the tape. "Mr. Voyeur, Rita Lystrom returning your call, I can be reached until Two pm today at 555-4546!" then she hung up. Now my dilemma, call with the truth of why i want to meet or to lie to her