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Minding my own business there I was studying intently the pathology of adolescents and my phone rings. Some male voice asks for me and then says, �You�re the recipient of a fantasy phone call from a friend.� �She said you�d kill her for doing this!� Sure enough after 5 guesses -- my best friend Nicole in Texas. In addition to this fantasy call I get a $100 gift card from Mall of Louisiana. �Surely you have the wrong Jessica.� He replies, �Are there any other Jessica�s at this phone number.� Mystery man has a point. I�d like to pause here and explain that my notion of this fantasy call was well G-rated. He informs me that he�ll ask me some questions and then I can ask him anything I want. He starts off with where I�m from (Texas) and how old I am (22) and what I do for fun (read). I ask him where he�s from in turn (he�s from Texas also, and coincidentally Houston!) and he�s 24. I ask what part of Houston he lived in�I went for the county instead�Lubbock County. There�s not one to my knowledge. I start drilling him on Texas trivia. My plan is foiling. So I think he must be legit. Well the questions go from �hey where are you from� to �what are you wearing.� It�s irrelevant but say I�m African American. Well he�s not in the least bit deterred by this. The next question is �what�s important to you?� My reply is God. I have piqued his interest. Asks if anything traumatic happened to make me turn to God. How absurd! No I was strung out on drugs and heard God speak, beckoning me to salvation. He also believes in God, interesting. His turn--he�s pretty persistent and asks what I look like, telling me start from your feet and work you way up. When I refuse to he says, �I�m gonna talk dirty to you for awhile�. What?! �You mean PHONE SEX?!! I nearly drop the phone. So it�s a build your own fantasy�no wonder he said I could ask him anything I wanted! But I recovered! I ask him if his �phone sex� conflicts with the morality principles taught in the Bible. Nope, it sure doesn�t. �I�m doing it to help out a friend.� In hindsight I don�t know what friend or what kind of help this was but no telling. I rambled on about Christ. That�s how it went until�yep you guessed it! He hung up on me! I definitely felt slightly cheapened by the experience and wondered how I attract the freaks of the world. |
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