He continued to flip
through the little paper, then his eyes widened in shock;
he quickly sprang to his feet, and, in an outraged voice
said, "WHAT?"
I didn't know what came over him; I asked
him, "Claude? What's the matter?" Claude Frollo glared at
me, then tossed the paper in my lap. He stood before me and
said, "How dare they print such garbage! My love, of
all people, how could you bring such a rag into your home?"
My eyes quickly scanned the offending page; I tried
not to laugh, for the entire page advertised those "900"
phone numbers.
"Claude, honey", I began, trying to hide
my amusement, "these are passion-by-phone services. How can
I explain it...Baby, I don't patronize this junk!" Claude's
face still registered his disapproval.
Honestly,
with all he does...all his ladies...he's got his
nerve...playing 'morally outraged'...
Claude
must've sensed my thoughts, for he softened his tone, then
he said,"Do you mean to say that some actually pay
for this...just to hear someone...er...speak of
passion?"
"Oh yes", I replied. "Take one poor, lonely
guy. He hasn't had a date in months...years." Claude then
started chuckling as I continued to explain. "Then he's at
home alone on Saturday night; he needs someone to talk to,
so he calls 1-900-something and...voila! A fantasy date is
born." Claude, now fully amused, asked, "And exactly
who's on the other end? One of these voluptuous
ladies?" He pointed out a picture of a twenty-something
blonde, with her size-20 cleavage spilling out of her
size-7 top.
"That's who he thinks is on the other
end", I said between giggles, "when in all likelihood, the
sexy female voice belongs to a fiftyish, frumpy spinster
who's just trying to earn a little pocket
change."
Claude Frollo just shook his head and sighed,
"I'll never quite understand your 20th Century." Then he
added, "I'm confident that you don't indulge in this
mindless activity."
I stared at him with mock
amazement. "Claude Frollo, I have better things to do with
my time...and my money. Besides, why would I want to
talk to some strange man for comfort and excitement? I got
a good thing going on right here." And with that, I got up
and embraced Claude; I raised my face to be kissed. Claude
softly laughed, then kissed my lips.
"Well, enough of
this", he said; Claude continued to kiss me and hold me
close.
Mmmm...feels so good to hold him...I really
love this man...
Suddenly Claude asked, "Do women
make those...ahem...calls?"
"I thought you didn't want to
discuss this anymore", I said.
"Just curious", he
replied. I lightly traced his fine, angular features and
said, "If they do, they're mighty lonely women...hmmm...or
maybe just out of curiosity." I looked at him quizzically,
but said nothing.
Later that evening, as I prepared to go out with Claude, I
heard him on the telephone.
Claude Frollo's using
MY phone? Why? WHO is he calling? He's never used the phone
before...
"Ready to go, my darling?", Claude
asked, smiling broadly. We decided to take in a play then a
late-night supper downtown. "Why were you on the phone,
Claude?", I asked apprehensively.
Claude Frollo kept
smiling as he quickly replied, "Oh...just a surprise for a
special lady." He then took me in his arms and kissed me. I
couldn't help but feel uneasy; Claude's always been very
upfront with me, especially after that summer, when he
revealed all those secrets...
Claude looked at me with
loving eyes and sweetly said, "My love, don't worry! You
know I would never do anything to hurt you!" He kissed me
again, saying, "Now, I wish to discuss this no more, for I
am looking forward to a pleasant evening with you, my
sweetness." When Claude Frollo kisses like that, smiles
like that, and talks like that...
We had a pleasant
evening; but, in the back of my mind, I kept wondering what
Claude Frollo was up to. Then he wouldn't tell me until
after the deed was done. I had to learn that from
some poor guy while shopping at Wal-Mart.
Exactly WHAT does His Grace have up his sleeve? Go directly to Part 2!
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