CHAPTER FOUR
"Here we are again, KSZX Night Line, where you let the world know how you feel." Scott began his program again, trying to sound excited and enthusiastic, despite the loneliness and despite the fact that he was still receiving very few calls.
He gave the telephone number and put on a record. The telephone rang.
"Good evening, Night Line, you're on the air!" he said.
"Do I have to be?" asked a breathy female voice.
Scott reached over and turned off the tape. "Aw, for Pete's sake, Monica, come off it."
There was a pause. "This isn't Monica, whoever she is," said the voice quietly.
"It's not? I could have sworn..."
"Well, you're wrong. I'm not one of your cheap whores. I'm a professional woman."
"I could make a reply to that, but I won't. What's on your mind?" He reached
