I scratched my balls (edited. Previously misspelled as ballas) as I balanced the receiver on the side of my head.
Me: I don't think this is working.
She: What is not working?
Me: This long distance relationship thing. Tell me what you're wearing.
She: SHiny things.
Me: Are you wet?
She: Always.
Me: I miss you. I always do. Not a day goes by without me dreaming I'm inside you.
She: Fuck.
Me: Yes, please.
She: No, that was corny-
Me: I know.
She: - but I'm horny. More.
Me: Well, when I'm with you, I'm not paranoid anymore. I am at the source of power. I am safe and warm -
She: Hot.
Me: Hot. And nothing, absolutely nothing could hurt me.
She: So when you coming over?
Me: As soon as I can. Maybe during Ramadan.
She: Well, I gotta go. Lots of clients. Good night, Amir.
Me: Good night, Bangkok.
