"That lousy bastard!" Sandy exclaimed as she grabbed the phone and hit
the autodial button for Peter's number. "Who the fuck does he think he
is?"
The phone rang once, twice, a third time and with each ring Sandy's
anger grew. She was about to hang up when she heard a receiver being
picked up on the other end.
"Hello?" Said a soft feminine voice.
"Hello?" Sandy replied, her anger momentarily replaced by confusion.
Had she gotten a wrong number? That had never happened before using the
autodial.
"Can I help you?" Asked the unidentified woman.
"Is Peter there?" Sandy asked, sure that she must've been connected to
the wrong party.
"Oh, he's .....I mean, hold on a minute will you."
Silence filled the receiver for a second or two, then she could hear two
voices talking on the other end. Neither was clear enough to understand.
"Sandy?" Asked the suddenly loud and clear voice of Peter Ryan.
Count to a hundred before you answer in anger, Sandy's mother had always
told her. This time it was too late, she was already up to two hundred.
"Who the fuck was that....the new maid?" Sandy thundered.
"Oh shit, Sandy." He replied. "I really wanted to handle this
differently."
"Handle what differently?" She said in an exceedingly hostile tone.
"Well there's no easy way for me to say this, especially at this point."
Peter continued, trying to ignore her anger. "So I guess I just have to
say that its not going to work out between us. I'm sorry, but that's the
cold honest truth."
"What?........" Sandy stammered, suddenly speechless.
"I don't think there's anything more to say. Again I'm sorry it
couldn't have ended differently."
Regaining her voice, Sandy was about to say something when she heard a
click and found herself listening to a dead line.
"That self centered little prick....." She shouted as she hit the
redial.
After two rings, the answering machine picked up. If anything, the
message just pushed her further over the edge.
"Hi, you've reached the home of Peter Ryan and Madeline Jakes.....We
can't answer your call right now, but leave a message after the beep and
we'll be back to you as soon as possible."
As the message finished, Sandy remembered the name Madeline Jakes. She
had been Peter's girlfriend for over a year before he'd met her. They had
broken up a month before Peter had attended the Anderson Birthday Party.
She had spent all that time comforting him, and now that cow had moved back
in and was getting all the benefits.
She was tempted to leave a message saying just what she thought of the
two of them, but then just hung up after the beep. They'd simply hit the
delete button and never even pay attention to it. By tomorrow, she was
sure they'd have a new number.
For over an hour, Sandy sat there staring at the phone in her lap. The
shadows in her apartment grew longer as the light of the setting sun slowly
faded from her window. With the coming of the cool darkness, the
temperature dropped a little more and for the first time in almost ten days
was almost bearable. A good thing too because the power surge that had
caused the blackout yesterday had knocked out her buildings 220 line and
along with it the air conditioner. The building manager had posted a
notice in the lobby that because of the heat wave, it would be Monday
before it was fixed. Sandy hadn't really given it any notice before,
figuring she would be spending the night at Peter's condo. Now she would
be stuck here with no AC. At least since she was on the fourth floor she
could sleep with the windows open.
"Well no sense in sitting here crying." Sandy said outloud. "Might as
well make something to eat and see what's on the cable."
Heading into the kitchen, Sandy's calm lasted all of ten seconds. At
least the pick could've broken up with her during the week. Then at least
she could've set up a date for tonight. It didn't have to be anyone
special. Just a guy she could have a few laughs with and take care of her
needs. As her anger subsided, she was reminded how horny she'd been the
last few weeks.
"Maybe I'll punch up a movie on Spice." She mused to herself. That was
the cable's soft core movie channel. Once in a while she liked a good
adult film. They weren't as good as the hard core videos she could rent
near her office in Manhattan but they sometimes would have to do.
A quick dinner followed, and soon she found herself sitting on the
loveseat with a pint of Hagan-Daz between her legs. Not exactly what she
had planned to have there by this time. She had to admit to herself,
sitting in the dark, watching a 3rd rate movie on HBO was a pretty pathetic
Saturday night for an attractive single twenty-five year old.
The movie was so boring that Sandy dozed off for about an hour. When
she awoke, the clock had just chimed 11:00. Not having gotten up until
almost noon and having just had a nap, she knew it was going to be next to
impossible to get to sleep anytime soon. Well at least she could change
into something more comfortable.
Five minutes later she was back in the blacked out living room dressed
in just a t shirt. It was still too hot to wear anything more. She was
about to turn the television on again when she noticed some movement from
the apartment across from her that caught her attention. Like her own
apartment, 4b had all its windows wide open due to the lack of air
conditioning.
With all her lights off, Sandy was almost invisible as she stood just a
foot away from the window and looked into the brightly lit studio apartment
less than ten yards away. There, for the second time in as many nights,
Sandy was presented with the sight of a woman performing the act of
fellatio.t.
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