It was early June, 1992. I was lying on my bed at my mom's house, reading a Tom Clancy book, waiting to go to work. I was working in a local meat market as a butcher, saving money for college that fall. I was just getting to the climactic scene where the two submarines collided underwater, when my telephone rang. My mom had gotten me a second line when I was a freshman in high school, so that I didn't tie up her phone talking to my friends and girls.
I set my book aside and rolled out of bed. I grabbed my cordless phone, and noticed the caller ID registered as "Unlisted". Probably a stupid telemarketer. Those calls had increased recently.
"Hello," I said.
"Oh, hi!" Said a female voice. "I didn't know if I had the right number or not."
"Who were you trying to call?" I asked.
"I think Bryan. Are you Bryan?" She replied.
"No, I'm not."
"Who are you then," she asked.
"My name is Brad. Where did you get my number?" I asked.
"I don't really remember. I just had it and I thought I'd try to call it." She explained.
"That's kind of weird, don't you think? Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm Kami." She said.
"Where you from Kami?"
"I'm from the west side of town. How about you?"
"The west side. Out near Burlington." I said.
"Oh, you're close then." She laughed.
"I guess so. You don't know where you got my number?" I persisted.
"No, I must have misdialed it or something." She rattled off the number she had intended to dial. It was wrong by one number.
"The 3 you should have dialed was a 2 actually."
"Oh, I see. Well, I'm talking to you now. Is that okay?" She said.
"Yeah, I guess so." I looked at the clock, I still had about 30 minutes before I needed to be at work.
"Good. I like talking to new people." She said.
"Yeah, it's fun. How old are you? Where do you go to school?"
"I'm 19. I graduated from Oak Mount High. I go to school at Ridgedale University now."
Damn, I thought. She must be a rich girl. Those were expensive private schools. I was going to the cheaper state school in the fall.
"Nice. Your family must have some money." I said.
She laughed, "Yeah, a little bit. What about you? What's your story?"
"I'm 18, I'm going to State in the fall."
"Oh, okay. That's nice, too. What do you want to major in? I'm still undecided."
"Hopefully engineering. My dad was an engineer and I hope to follow in his footsteps."
"That's cool. My daddy is surgeon. I don't plan on following in his footsteps, though!"
"Haha," I laughed. "That does sound pretty intense."
"Yeah it is. He seems to enjoy it. So, what are you doing over there?" She asked.
"Well, before the phone rang, I was just reading. Now I'm talking to a complete stranger."
"I'm not a complete stranger, now. We've been talking for like 5 minutes or so!" She laughed. I was thinking how funny it was that she misdialed my number and now were just chatting away. We talked about our interests. She said she playing soccer for Ridgedale.
"That's awesome." I said.
"Yeah, it's fun. We had a great season."
"I saw that in the papers." I replied.
"So, you dating anyone?" She asked.
"No. Not really, you?" I replied.
"No, I don't have a 'real' boyfriend." She said. I wondered why she had put the emphasis on 'real'.
"Oh, okay. So, what's going on at your house this morning?" I asked.
"Um, do you want to know the truth?" She asked, playfully.
"Yeah, of course I do." I laughed, wondering what she was up to.
"I'm rubbing my pussy." She replied simply.
"What? Are you serious?" I gasped.
"Yes. I got it waxed this morning and it's really smooth."
"Damn. I can't believe this." I said.
"Why?" She asked.
"You just called me randomly and then you tell me you're rubbing her pussy."
"I love rubbing it. It feels really good."
I was perplexed to say the least.
"So, you seriously just misdialed my number?" I suddenly wondered if some of my buddies weren't playing a trick on me.
"Yeah. I swear." She replied.
"That's just crazy. Look, I gotta go to work soon. Can I maybe call you tonight?" I said. This seemed to be too good to be true.
"When do you get off work?" She asked.
"At 8."
"I'll call you. Daddy doesn't like boys calling the house." She said.
"Uh, Okay, I guess."
"I'll talk to you then. Bye." She said.
I hung up the phone and shook my head. What the fuck, I thought.