CHAPTER FIVE
"Bobby, are you up? Are you up? And I'm not just talking about you being awake, you have to realize. I realize I'm being a dirty dog by talking to you this way, but it's almost eleven, and I want to play."
"Who is this?" he asked, still a little bit fuzzy. He was certainly not used to getting calls like this so early in the morning.
"Who, indeed!" the hot voice said. "Just look out your window into my living room and you'll see who it is. I'll be looking for you."
And then Melinda hung up. When she had finished thinking about her first f**k, and how she had become something of an exhibitionist, she had looked out her window to see if he was up yet, and looking at her.
Then she had looked at the clock. A man should be up by eleven o'clock on such a sunny day, she had thoug
