JENNIFER POINT OF VIEW;
"Hello beautiful Jennifer, the most precious daughter of the Oxlade family," Fred called out to me. The first time since we last spoke. I didn't recall giving out my phone number to him. But even if I didn't, I've always known him to know how to get things done in his own way. His father was influential at least to say. Maybe he should have tried more in learning a pickup line because those first statements of his we're actually the worst lines to use on a lady and to worsen it on someone like myself.
I had snubbed the call the first time he called, taking my time to digest whatever it was that I was going to say to him for the very first time we would be talking to each other over the phone.
The second time he called, I lazily and reluctantly stretched my hand
