Yeah.

So I pick up my cell phone, and I see the message. ... I couldn't believe what I was seeing: some woman was masturbating when she took this! She looked a bit clean-shaven, but I couldn't recognize much except for... a bit of orange on the side of her. Was this Velma? Did she send this to me? How the hell did she get my number?! 'Uh, maybe it was a mistake. Yeah! Maybe she sent it to a boyfriend or something,' I thought. I put the phone down, but I'd be lying to say it didn't excite me or make me think dirty of her... So, I actually replied, 'Very, very sexy. Who's this for?' I sent it, thinking i'd get some things cleared up. But I didn't hear anything for the first few minutes, but then I heard the home phone ring. 'Who'd be calling now?' I wondered nervously. I pick up the phone, and answer, "Hello?" At first, there was hard breathing and moans in-between, and I even heard a 'Jinkies'. "Hello...?" I asked again.

"Hi there, stranger," she purred. I thought I recognized the voice, but I wanted it to be wrong, for some reason. "I needed that hug..."

"What are you talking about?" She actually talking about how lonely she felt, how she found my name online and then my information. And she admitted that she couldn't explain how she'd gotten this hot for someone she just met, but when he kept telling her to do things, it was like he talked to a darker part of her. I repeated, "What are you talking about...?" She tried clearing things up by telling me to tell her what to do. So I started thinking of something, and hearing her soft moans of anticipation didn't help, so I said, "Pinch your clit?" And I assumed that's what she did because I heard slightly different, and long, moan. "I wish I could see you do all this." Her breathing went a little faster, and she moaned 'Yes!' several times.

"Come to my house, please." She then told me her address, which seemed strange, but like the saying goes: never look a gift horse in the mouth. So I mapped out where she was, and where I was, and then walked all the way to her place. And when I knocked on her door, I started thinking that I must've been crazy: I just met Velma, and now she wants me at her place? She opens the door enough for me to push on, but she wasn't to be seen. But I did hear her. "I'm in the bedroom..." she said in a singsong way.