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work from your house?”
    Josiah groans. Doing phone sex with him in the same apartment was always an issue—he’d hear me and get turned on, but when I’d get off the phone I just wanted to distance myself from it. He always complained about blue balls.
    â€œI’ll go in the pantry. I’ll be really quiet.”
    â€œWhatever. Just get over here. But no drugs.”
    I smoke a bowl and pop an OxyContin before I leave the house, just to numb the pain so I can make it to the train and up and down all the stairs.
    I tell the dispatcher that Hugh Billings was harassing me all night. She seems perplexed. “He’s never done that before, and I’ve been working with him for years.”
    â€œIt was terrifying.”
    â€œWell, he can’t come to your house or anything. He lives three states over, and he doesn’t know where you live. You shouldn’t be scared.” She’s nice to me, gives me lots of calls, doesn’t give me shit for working from another phone number, which she used to always get annoyed about. I spend half the night huddled at the back of Josiah’s pantry, cupping my hand around my mouth and the receiver.
    â€œAre you hiding from someone?” one of my clients asks. “You sound muffled.”
    â€œMy husband’s home,” I tell him. “I don’t want him to hear us.”
    â€œOh no,” his voice gets quiet too, and I smile at how silly and sweet this job is sometimes, like playing house as a little kid. “I hope he doesn’t hear me fucking you,” he says, whimpering. “I hope I can come before he catches us.”
    â€œI hope so too. You better fuck me harder.”
    â€œOh, yeah, I’m fucking you so hard, I’m slamming my big hard cock up into your tight wet hole.”
    â€œSshh, he’ll hear us,” I whisper.
    â€œOoooh, no,” he groans.
    â€œOh shit, I think I hear him! He’s coming! He’s gonna catch us!”
    He shoots his load, gurgling in my ear. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck,” he gasps.
    â€œThat was a close one,” I smile.
    â€œThanks. Have a good night.” He hangs up.
    â€œAnything good?” Josiah asks as I emerge from the pantry for the fifth time. He’s putting sheets on an air mattress in the living room for me. I guess he doesn’t want a repeat of last night.
    â€œThat one was kind of fun. We pretended my husband was about to catch us.”
    â€œHa!” Josiah shakes his head, probably thinking about my fondness for the we’re-gonna-get-caught fantasy. “I bet you liked that one.”
    I blush. “Yeah.” I smile and look at the blanket he’s spreading out for me. I remember that blanket. “It definitely gave me a boner.” I look up at him to see his reaction. He’s shaking his head, trying not to smile.
    â€œRemember how it was when I first started hormones?” he asks, laughing. “I’d be running into the bedroom every time you got a call.”
    â€œYeah.” I feel nervous talking about sex too much. I really liked last night. It would be easy for me to fuck him again.
    â€œOkay, well …” he looks at the floor. “I guess I’m going to bed. Your bed’s all made up whenever you’re ready.”
    â€œI’m ready, I just need to brush my teeth.”
    I’m glad to see my old toothbrush is still here. I stand over the toilet brushing my teeth while he takes out his contacts and washes his face. My thigh brushes his ass as I lean over to spit into the sink, and I feel him press back into me in response. I can’t help it, my hand grabs onto the meat right above the waistband of his pajamas, and slides down over his ass before pulling away. He turns to face me, our eyes lock.
    â€œDon’t touch me,” he says, taking a step toward me so my back is pushed up against the cupboard door. His face is just a couple inches from mine, our bellies