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Waitingfor my order to be called, I click into my message app for the five-hundredth time today and reread the last few messages from last night’s conversation with Ian.
Operator 69:
Tomorrow, I want you to go into the bathroom of the coffee shop…
And make yourself come.
“I have a large tiger spice chai and Linde cake for Sara?”
Glancing up from my phone, I step up to the counter and thank the barista as she hands me the steaming cup and small paper bag. As I’m situating myself at my usual table, a notification dings for an incoming text. Seeing the contact, a huge smile spreads over my face and a butterfly or two might even be stirring in my belly.
Operator 69:
Good morning, gorgeous.
Sara:
Morning. I’m surprised to hear from you.
Are you texting to rescind this outrageous new mission? ????
Operator 69:
Not a chance.
Just seeing if you need any words of encouragement before I head out for work.
Sara:
Work? Like the backlog of women you need to text or something?
Operator 69:
LOL No, this isn’t my main job. This is my fun side hustle.
People fascinate me and I enjoy giving them something that makes them feel good.
Sara:
Wow, that’s really…unexpected.
You keep shattering all my preconceived notions about you.
What do you do for a living then?
Operator 69:
I’m an investor.
But stop changing the subject, woman. Get your sweet ass into that bathroom.
Sara:
I can’t do it, Ian. Give me something else to do.
Operator 69:
