One Ring

Nick crossed his fingers as he dialed her number at the pay phone. One ring, two, three, four. Damnit, she was out! Nick was about to leave the booth when he was struck by another idea. An idea of how he might not have to stay alone that night after all. At first the idea seemed ridiculous. But the more he thought about it, the better it seemed. He looked in his wallet. Yes, he still had the number of the call-girl service that a friend from work had recommended. He'd never used the number before, but he'd been assured that the service was first-rate. The solution was perfect. He wouldn't have to be alone, he would have a beautiful woman to go to bed with, to take his mind off everything. And since he didn't know her and she didn't know him he wouldn't have to explain anything, wouldn't have to be reminded of the predicament he was in. It struck him funny to realize that, whenever he was in trouble, he thought of sex. He looked at the small card with the call-girl service's number on it. The card contained a picture of a very beautiful brunette with thick, painted lips ...»