- Loving Wives
- Wrong Number
- Page 2
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Epilogue of sorts
They were half way home, still discussing how they were going to fish the slippery phone out from where it was lodged, something that they did eventually manage by the way, when Linda suddenly yelped and rounded on Mark in the driving seat.
"Mark," she cried out. "Who the hell's ringing you at this time of night?"
"I don't know," he replied. "How do you know someone's ringing me?"
"How the hell do you think I know," Linda squealed, squirming in her seat and clutching her hand down between her legs. "But don't worry. Just keep driving. Take the long way home if you want."
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Linda didn't keep the three hundred that Mark had slid along the bar that evening. She gave it back to him and told him to buy himself a new I-phone.
The old one?
She kept it!
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I'm assured by a 'fundi', that it is possible for a mobile phone to receive a call from that situation, but quite how he was so sure, then he didn't care to explain. It's certainly beyond my experience, if, obviously, not beyond my imagination.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous9 months agoWhen I was in medical school, a chap was brought
to our hospital emergency room complaining that
he had a peanut butter jar trapped in his rectum.
Try as he might, he lamented his failure to remove it.
None of my classmates nor I ever heard if surgery
was needed to remove it or not.
However, the question which spread around the wards
for weeks was “Smooth or Crunchy”?
