CHAPTER TWO
Scott Forsmo shook his head, pulling out of his reverie. Looking down at himself he discovered he had climaxed just thinking about those times with Celia. Why the hell had he not been able to convince her to move to Indianapolis with him?
The telephone was ringing. Probably another wrong number, he thought, as he reached out for the receiver. There was c*m on his fingers, but he did not care. It would give the morning man something to ponder when he used the phone.
"KSZK Night Line. You're on the air."
"Hi, there," said a breathy female voice. "I've been listening to you. I like your voice."
"Thanks a lot," Scott answered enthusiastically. His heart was pounding. He had a live one. Quickly, he glanced at the tape recorder. It had clicked on properly. In less than a minute,
