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Cell Phone Affair - Part Two

Amanda left the bus stop laughing to herself about John’s reaction. She made her way through the park, rounded a corner and saw a line of people waiting for service from a food vendor. Art’s Breakfast Bagels - Your Way, his sign announced. She danced her way along the line until she caught the attention of a fabulous dress woman. She stopped and looked at her with sad eyes. “What’s your problem?” the woman asked. “Hunger for one. It’s been two days since I ate last. Other than that, some jerk stole my cell phone and I need to call my sister to get picked up for a party tomorrow. I always attend family parties, even if they don’t like me. At least they feed me well.” The woman frowned and shook her head. “I swear! Don’t they teach you anything at school? Did you graduate?” “Yes, but I don’t know what you’re talking about. Would you be kind and let me use your cell phone. I promise I won’t run away with it.” “You want a sandwich also?” “That would be nice, but I won’t bother you about that. I’ll find something later or hit the free soup kitchen for lunch.” The woman groaned and got her cell phone from her purse. She handed it to her and then hooked a finger in a belt loop of her jeans. “It might break, but it will slow you down enough for me to grab you and knock a knot on your head.” Amanda gave her a huge smile. “Cool.” She dialed a number and waited. “Hey, Susan. Sorry I had to use someone else’s phone. Mine got stolen. What do I want? I want to see you on Saturday at noon at the water fountain in Walton Park. Why? Because you’re a coward and I’m tired of it all. You’re a great woman to sleep with, but enough is enough. If you don’t show and discuss it with me, I’m going to the Walton Post and come out of the closet and drag you with me. Maybe you’re joking about what you’re doing, but I’m not. I’m serious and you’re hurting me by treating me like a piece of shit. So, be there at noon on Saturday or prepare for exposure in the papers! It’s not right for you to play with my feelings and emotions and think you can walk all over me. You spend 6 months being intimate with me and now you want to be my friend and say it’s all my mistakes for loving you? Yes. I said noon on Saturday at the fountain in Walton Park. You’d better keep that date, woman! I love kissing your ass, but this time I’ll kick it and kick it good! Goodbye.” She disconnected the call and handed the phone back to the woman. “Thanks. That was mighty kind of you. You have a wonderful day now.” “Whoa! Are you okay? What the hell was that? Was that your sister or some other family member?” Amanda frowned. “No. I wouldn’t be doing no lesbian love with a family member. That was Susan. She came on to me and I tried it once and found I like it and I liked her. For 6 sweet months, it was bliss and she kept insinuating and hinting that she wanted a very long-term relationship. I opted to accept because the love and everything with her was so real. Then wham. She’s out of my life and it’s my fault, but she can’t tell me why? All I did was love her. Bitch.” “In that case, I agree with you. But why my cell phone? Oh, I get it. If you used yours, she’d never answer. Bitch. I hope she calls me back. I’ll add my icing for her cake and grind it in her face. You might be down-and-out, but you’re attractive and you’ve got a good heart and personality. You probably deserve better than her, but I’ll let you make up your own mind on that. And you have a good day also.” “I will now. Thanks. Will you come to the park on Saturday at noon to support me?” “I’ll be there. I’ll rearrange everything to get there and help you. She has me riled up now.”

Amanda walked away, nibbling on an Everything Bagel with cream cheese, compliments of Danielle, and feeling good. She came across a taxi stand and people were lined up, getting inside yellow cars like lemmings jumping off cliffs. She walked past them dancing and humming and stopping occasionally to play some guitar and bow for their applause.

She approached the 7th person in line, a man wearing dress pants and a long-sleeved blue striped shirt with no tie. She waited until he finished his call and put on her pitiful, helpless look and waved timidly. “Excuse me, sir. I’m down on my luck now. A wonderful angelic woman back the street bought me a bagel to calm my hungry stomach. Some jerk stole my cell phone and I need to make an important call. I know that look. It’s not important to you, but it is to me. I’m supposed to be in Rantoul in 30 minutes to babysit for a cousin who’s paying cash and I’m not going to make it. Unless you want to give me a ride and detour to Rantoul before you go to where you’re going. Where are you going?” “To work. I work odd hours at the ice factory, like from 10 to 6 4 days a week and 12 hours on Saturday.” “No rest for the weary and overburdened. So, will you give a ride or I could use your cell phone and let my cousin know I’m not going to make it.” He looked her up and down and handed her his cell phone. “You might be down, but you look too good to ride with you in a taxi right now. Help yourself until it’s my turn.” “Thanks, dude.” She pressed the last-call function, highlighted the number and pressed call. “Hey, honey. What’s up with you today? Do you miss me that much?” “Not really. Don’t tell me I got the wrong number again. You don’t sound familiar. Who is this?” “This is Jean and you have the right number. It came up Clyde on the Caller ID. What are you doing with his phone?” “Using it. That should be obvious without asking unless you’re a slow learner. Are you?” “NO! Who are you?” “I’m Amanda Collins. And you?” “I’m Jean! I told you that already! What are you doing with my husband?” “Oh, him. I’m probably doing the same thing that you’re doing, but I’m doing it a little, no, a whole lot better than you.” “What?” “You didn’t know that? Don’t tell me you’re one of those women who take life for granted. You know, like after you say, ‘I do,’ you can slack off and wear granny dresses and curlers to bed and everything is all paradise. I got news for you, honey. That’s not the way it works. You have any kids?” “NO! And when I get my hands on you, you won’t ever have them either! Give him back the phone!” “Not yet. I’m not done and it’s rude to try to end the conversation early.” “You’re pissing me off, woman!” “Oh well. I enjoy golden showers on occasion. Tell you what, meet me at the fountain in Walton Park at noon on Saturday and we’ll take turns pissing on each other while the cameras roll.” “Give him the damned phone, woman! Now!” “Or what? Do you know where I am? Do you know where your husband is? I do.” “Give it to him.” “Here? You want me to give it to him here?” “What are you doing?” asked Clyde, finally stopping his gaze and daydream and paying attention. “I don’t know, but this strange woman wants me to kiss you at a minimum, right here.” She stepped close and kissed him without moving the phone. “Wow! You do kiss very well. That was so good, I’d like a repeat. Come on. We still have time before we reach the taxi platform.” “What are you doing? I’ll kick your ass, bitch!” yelled Jean. “Just got a couple of great kisses from Clyde. Wow! Got a little worked up on them. But thanks. I appreciate that opportunity.” “You’re welcome,” Clyde said. “Who are you talking to?” “I’m talking to some woman named Jean. Do you know her?” “My wife? What are you doing, crazy woman?” “I’m doing what she said to do. Here, ask her if you don’t believe me. “Jean, what the hell are you doing? Did you tell her to kiss me?” “Yes, I think, I said give it to him, or you, but I didn’t know it was really you. She’s confusing. Who the hell is she?” “I don’t know. I’m waiting for a taxi to go to the train station and she just stopped out of nowhere.” “Then put her on the damned phone again!” “Hello? This is Amanda. What can I do for you?” “Besides drop dead, what are you doing?” “Enjoying some great phone sex. I think this is the foreplay part. Kind of kinky, but very exciting. What do I do next?” “Get ready for a fight, bitch! Where do we meet?” “At noon on Saturday by the fountain in Walton Park. Do you know where that is?” “Yes, I know where that is?” “But not where your husband is?” “Stop it!” “Sounds like you did a long time ago. That’s a shame. He has a lot to offer.” “That does it! I’ll be at the park at noon and at 12:05, you will die!” “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, like saying ‘I Do’ in a chapel or elsewhere and not holding yourself to it.” “Tell me that after I hold your head under water for 10 minutes, waterlogged heathen bitch.” “Yada-yada-yada,” said Amanda. She handed Clyde the phone. “She hung up on me. I’ve never been that rude to anyone in my life. And she hung up on me. She lays into me with all those threats and it’s my fault? I don’t think so. Anyway, you’re up next. You have a great day and see if you can get Jean to enroll in Anger Management classes. It might improve your marriage.” He slid the phone back in his coat pocket. “You’re fucking unreal! Do you know that? How can you do that to people? Why hasn’t someone killed you before now?” She shrugged. “I don’t know. It must be my angel-like face and personality. Are you coming to the park with her on Saturday? One of us will be the kicked and one will be the kicker.” “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, weird woman.”

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