Mike Dunleavy grabbed his phone off the bedside table and dialed his teammate Taj Gibson.
“Hey Mike, what’s up?” came Taj’s voice.
“Oh, nothing, just wanted to see what you were up to,” Mike responded.
There was a pause where nothing was heard but the squeaking of Mike’s bed. “What’s making that noise? And why do you sound so out of breath?”
Mike looked down at the naked form of Caroline below him. “I’m actually a little busy at the moment. Cheerleader tryouts. Mind if I call you back?”
“You’re the one who called me!”
“Oh yeah. I-” Mike’s words were cut off by Caroline’s screams of pleasure.
Taj angrily said, “You don’t need to rub it in. I’m done with Caroline. You can tell her that.”
“Well, she’s right here, why don’t you tell her yourself?” Mike responded, putting the iPhone next to his lovers’ ear.
Caroline purred, “I liked your poems, Taj. But sometimes I need a real man.” As she said this, the iPhone’s screen indicated that the call had been ended. Mike replaced the phone on the table and laughed.
“I am so evil.”