There's a certain song that my ex-girlfriend and I used to - ahem, be intimate to. Whenever I hear it now, it triggers a Pavlovian response below my border - even when it's a crappy cover version. Sometimes I don't even realize what's going on until it's too late. I've told you too much about me already.
FRANK sits on a stool next to a small table. On the table is a black telephone. Frank holds the phone receiver to his ear, listening to the HOLD MUZAK, bored.
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The muzak takes a sexy turn. Maybe some sultry sax. Frank is surprised.
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A sly smile spreads across Frank’s face.
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The OPERATOR comes on the line, snapping Frank out of his reverie. His cheeks go red as he crosses his legs to hide his erection.
