She could easily take care of this herself, but then where was her sense of adventure?

            She eyed the vibrator and phone lying in the center of her queen-sized bed as she paced the room, her heels click-clicking on the hard wood floor. Realizing she had clenched her hands into fists she shook them out still staring at the vibrator and phone.

            The two benign objects reminded her of a science fiction movie. At any moment they would come alive, grow legs like spiders and crawl off the bed.

            “Just call him,” she said aloud. She picked up her wine and took a long swallow, walked into the living room and changed the music to Techno. She needed something with a beat.

            Back in her bedroom she sat on the bed, picked up the phone and the yellow post-it note and dialed the number.
            Then hung up.
            “Coward.”
            She rolled off the bed, twisted the top off her perfume bottle and dabbed an amber drop at the base of her throat and between her breasts. Inhaling the spicy scent spread a euphoric aura around her body, dissolving the hesitation, the self-conscious doubts, the awkwardness. She strode into her living room, clicked off the music with the toe of her stiletto and returned to her bedroom.

            Kicking off her heels, she laid on the bed next to the vibrator, picked up the phone and hit redial..

            “Hello?” she swallowed. “Derin?”

            “Hi, yes, this is Derin. Thanks for calling. How did you hear about my service?"