*Keep her talking* Burton thought. *Just don’t do anything that will make her spit out the bait*.
“Hannah, this conversation is getting too complicated to continue through text. Are you in a place where you could call me, or I could call you?” he replied.
“What do you mean by ‘getting too complicated’?” she typed. Hannah’s heart began to race. Thoughts of his deep seductive voice pummeled her thoughts. They had never talked on the phone before. Always it had been through the computer. Her mind was racing now. I can’t call him from home. A long distance phone call would arouse suspicion in her husband and if he called her it would show up on the caller id. What if her husband heard her talking and started asking questions. No, she couldn’t do this, it was too risky.
“Baby, typing has no emotion to it. Those little ascii faces only go so far. I need to hear your voice, hear your emotion” came Burtons reply.
* Damn you Burton, DAMN YOU, DAMN YOU, DAMN YOU * she whispered to herself. She thought about just stopping it now, not letting it go any further. She could hear his voice saying ‘baby’ and her courage waned. Why does he have to be so good at this. Why can’t I just say NO and let it go? Why do I have to feel so drawn to him?
He was typing again “Here’s my number Hannah” and he typed in his number. “It’s my cell phone. “….and here is an 800 number and code you can use so you don’t have to use your dime, it’s on me honey. Oh, and by the way, if you use the 800 number I won’t be able to trace your call, just in case you thought I might steal that big bank roll you have.”
Hannah’s face was hot and her breathing shallow. * breath deep * she said to herself and took a deep breath and blew it out slowly through pursed lips. *get control of yourself sister* she thought. He was making this too easy and that made it all the harder. She could hear herself justifying why she wanted to talk to him and she could call him without being caught. It was so tempting. She could go into the bedroom and close the door. If her husband picked up the phone she would know and she could pretend she was talking to her sister.
She saw her fingers on the key board type “ok”. She picked up a pencil and paper and wrote down the numbers. Her hands were shaking. She could feel her heart beating in her throat. She logged off the computer without typing another word. She turned and looked at her husband watching the tv, oblivious to what she was doing or feeling. She stood up and walked slowly to the bedroom.
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