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to
press the flashing button—the button that would lead her down a path she'd never
pictured herself traversing, especially not at this point in her life.
    When she began training, she'd been asked to pick a name
for herself and had chosen Sherry. It had a sweet, girl-next-door quality to it
unlike her actual name. Her eccentric, literary-minded mother had thought it a wonderful idea to name her only daughter
Scheherazade, although most of her friends called her Sarah. Tonight, though,
she was Sherry , a sexy voiced
seductress on the other end of a telephone entertaining horny men and perverts
and…
    Stop! You can do this Sarah. If you could
live through one of the most brutal divorces in recorded history, you can do
this.
    "Hello, this is Sherry. Welcome to Whisper Sweet
Nothings…have you called us before?" she asked sweetly even though her
hands shook and her heart pounded painfully within her chest. Quickly, she glanced
at the computer screen to scan a few details about her caller.
      "Uh, no…this is…well,
this is my first time calling."
    Given she was new she'd been told she would get the
undecided first-timers or the clients who wanted a more vanilla experience. Most of the women here had a specialty…BDSM,
fetish, gay/lesbian, etc. As she trained, she could add to her repertoire if
she chose which would increase her moneymaking potential.
    "Not to worry. That's why they put you in my very
capable hands. I will take care of you. What's your name?" she asked, pulling
out the scripts she had studied ad nauseum .
    "Sam. My name is Sam. Know what…this was a mistake. I…I
should go. I'm sorry, ma'am…I didn't mean to waste your time and…"
      She could hear his voice
trembling and her heart went out to him. He was as nervous as she was. "Sam… listen to me. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but would
it make you feel better to know that this is my first time too?"
      She caught the look of
disdain from Rachel who shook her head from side to side, obviously a mistake
and likely not to be her first. Sorry, she
mouthed, turning her attention back to Sam.
      "I think you are just
saying that to keep me on the line."
      She smiled. "No, this really is my first time. I'll make you a
deal. We take this one-step at a time… together. How does that sound?"
    There was a moment of silence and she thought she'd lost
him. Her heart sank.
      "That sounds fine."
      "So tell me…what is it
you were looking for when you called me tonight?"
      "I…I'm not sure. It's
been a long time, ma'am, since I have..." He paused again and she could
feel his uncertainty.
      "Sam…why
don't we start with you calling me Sherry? It's much more personal and... intimate ."
That wasn't in the script, but it seemed to her the right thing to say.
     
"Sherry
. That's a nice name. And your voice…it's very rich.
Smooth. Do you sing?"
    She laughed.  "Only in the
shower."
    "That's too bad. I think you could really do something
with that voice."
    She was doing
something with that voice, she thought to herself before stamping down any
feelings of derision she had about her choice of employment.
    "Thank you. I have thought about it from time to time, but the truth is I'm too shy to actually sing
in front of people."
    There was an odd moment of silence and then she realized
how silly that sounded considering what she was doing here and now. She laughed.
    "I figured you'd get it," he quipped.
      "You're funny, Sam. Listen hon …I'm here for you tonight. What do you want?"
She urged gently, hoping he would open up to her.
      "I don't know. I've
never done anything like this before. My buddies set this up for me...sort of a
going away present.  Afghanistan .
And they thought it might help me get over...well..."
      She heard the heartache in
his voice; she could almost feel it
and knew it well. "Can I ask what happened?"
    "I'm not sure really. I thought everything was going
just fine and then she sent me a Dear Sam letter. Well, she