There’s something ironic about
the ad. Lookin’ for a good time? Call, it said. Nobody has ever had a
good time responding to one of those ads. Nobody has ever had a good time
placing one of them.
You’ll do whatever I like? I ask.
Sure thing.
A hundred and fifty dollars? I
ask.
An extra twenty for kissing.
I thought about it.
A hundred and fifty it is.
Good thinkin’, Sugar. Kissin’
don’t last.
I hung up, and stepped out of the
phone booth. It smelled of piss. What kind of a sicko used a phone booth,
anyway?
Robin White
Human Spaceflight From Mars to the
Stars
Louis Friedman