Calving Signs – part 6
After dinner Terri ran downstairs to call Mark. Or rather, she walked reasonably quickly. In the heels and the short tight skirt it wasn’t very practical or easy to move fast. Bending over was hard, too. She was worried. Yesterday night, Mark’s conspiracy theory of sexual alteration had seemed bizarre, with maybe a hint of truth somewhere inside. But after today… “Come on… come on.. pick up…” Terri muttered, tapping the phone with her still-damp nails. Mark answered on the sixth ring. His voice was like a deep bell, and whenever it rang, it sent shivers down Terri’s excited thighs. She picked up a bottle of nail polish, borrowed from her Mom, and unscrewed the top. Painting her nails would calm her down. ”Mark!” she said, checking her nails. “Thank god! How’re you holding up …