Re: Call: Alexander/Eloise
He was never worth your minutes, sister. His roughness may have appealed until it rubbed you raw, but he never deserved what you gave him. [The rustle of cloth.] Its nearly light out again and you know how I despise the sun. [More rustling, but this sounds far closer. A quiet click as the lid is lifted on his bed.] Give me your address and I will come to you tomorrow night. [A slight pause.] I'll forego the sugar if you nick your finger and let me have a taste of you.