Take Your Time

"Take your time......................................

You. There. Yes, you. Take your time."

The voice came out of nowhere and fell onto the ears of the unsuspecting lover. As well he should be unsuspecting. Yet he is expecting a very important phone call. A call that should be prominent to his busy schedule. He has no idea that this phone call is a prominent one, but rather is an average everyday call that he receives from the stranger he has known from on-line chats.

"Take your time."

The voice spoke again. This time the man was sure that he heard it and looked up from his vast wasteland of cyberspace. There hadn't seemed to be anybody in his blue office which was full of large open windows with a summer breeze coming through.

"Anthony, your hearing things."

The man said this to himself in a queer voice. Not queer in the sense of homosexuality. But queer in the sense, that he sounded a bit more horse than usual, at least for Anthony. He felt odd. Anthony felt he never had much luck with communicating to anyone before. And then only last week,he created an account on one of the many social web sites his Internet service supplied him with. And today, there was a message for him. An intriguing one at that, one which could be only sent by someone who has such a way with words, that person could persuade a shaker. So there was some deep longing for Anthony to meet this mysterious stranger. Although he had some warning in him, his anxiousness overpowered in the end.

"Take your time."

The phone rang giving Anthony no time to calculate where the voice he kept hearing was coming from. But instead he ignored this seemingly unimportant thought, or voice, or whatever it was, and picked up the receiver which was beckoning him from his glass covered wooden desk. A strong deep voice answered.

"Hello, suga'."

"Is this Bubbles?" Replied Anthony.

"Sure is. How you doin' sweety?" Said the voice on the other end.

"I don't believe you have the correct number." Stated Anthony, with a strong urge to hang up on this intrusion. "I was waiting on a more, excuse my rudeness, feminine sounding bubbles. You seem to be led on to something that was not meant to be implied. I am sorry for your time waisted. And I wish you the best of luck finding another "suga'."

"Oh no, no, no! Sweety. I have the right number." Replied the heavily breathing voice. I see you right now.

Anthony looked around and on the balcony of the window behind him stood a heavy set man with a riffle in his hands.

"I definitely got the right number." Said Bubbles, dropping the cellular phone into the sky below the 50,000 feet above the ground. And let bullet out of the barrel strait into Anthony's head. "Freak! Thinking I'm a ten year old girl."

The End