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his pen and picked up the phone. Before he could say anything a deep, husky voice said, “Hey, baby.”
    Jason didn’t bite.
    A male voice that sounded like Barry White with a chest cold asked, “What are you wearing?”
    Jason shook his head without saying a word.
    “Come on, baby,” the caller continued, speaking with slow deliberation. “Talk dirty. Tell me what you’re wearing. Don’t make me come over there. I swear, I’ll bring riding whips and chains.”
    Finally, Jason laughed, saying, “You are sick. You know that, don't you? You need professional help.”
    The voice on the other end of the phone laughed. “You know you love it, you gigolo!”
    Jason couldn’t help but grin as he replied, playing along with the charade as he added, “Whore!”
    “You sexy minx!”
    Through tears of laughter, Jason forced a reply with, “Tramp!”
    “I know your kind,” the rough voice continued, “You need a good spanking!”
    Jason was out. He'd been beaten. He had nothing else to come back with. The provocative voice on the phone added, “I'm going to slap some fluffy cuffs on you and stretch you out naked on the table.”
    “So what's up, man?” Jason asked, fighting through his laughter. “Why did you call?”
    “Sugar daddy doesn't need a reason to call. So what are you wearing?”
    “All right,” Jason replied, sitting there wearing gym shorts and a Nike T-shirt. “I'm naked.”
    “Liar,” the voice said in rough, sexy tones. “You’re wearing leathers, aren’t you? Skin tight black rubber latex?”
    “All right. You win, Mitch!”
    Mitch loved playing the fool. Anyone listening in would probably have been offended, but Mitchell was just being silly. A little banter between friends kept things lighthearted.
    The voice on the phone lightened, no longer dark and mysterious. “Hey, so are we on for our wild Fourth of July weekend down in Atlantic City?”
    “I can’t, Mitch,” Jason replied. “I'm doing Fifty Shades of University Catch Up over here. I’ve got to finish this paper on M-Theory.”
    “M-Theory my ass,” Mitchell replied. “It’s a goddamn national holiday tomorrow; birth of a nation and all that crap. Don’t tell me that bully Lachlan has you working through your Independence Day! What would Thomas Jefferson say?”
    “It’s my fault,” Jason confessed. “I missed the deadline. He gave me an extension, but I’ve got to have my paper on his desk by noon tomorrow.”
    As he spoke, Jason’s attention wandered. He found himself staring at a beautiful Asian girl across the street by the deli. She was standing on the street corner by the lights, but she didn’t cross as the lights cycled through. She had been standing there for a while. She must have been lost.
    “Tell me you’re sticking to the study material,” Mitchell said. “Tell me you’re not going off on your own theories again.”
    Jason screwed up the piece of paper he’d been doodling on, feeling guilty and tossing it in the wastepaper basket beside his desk. That he didn’t answer seemed to tell Mitchell what he wanted to know.
    “You can’t keep doing this,” Mitchell continued. “You’ve got to walk before you run. You can’t go proposing some J-Theory just because you don’t like M-Theory.”
    “Yeah, I know,” Jason replied sheepishly.
    “And quit with the doodling,” Mitchell continued. “Lachlan will flunk you. He doesn’t care how smart you think you are. He cares about the curriculum.”
    “Yeah, I know,” Jason repeated, staring at the scrap of paper in the bin. The crumpled paper was covered in multiple formulae and calculations, hastily scribbled over the top of each other.
    “OK, listen,” Mitchell said, “Forget Atlantic City. Let’s do breakfast at Mario's Diner tomorrow.”
    “Sure.”
    “And no more distractions. Promise?”
    “Promise,” Jason agreed.
    “All right, catch you later, bitch! ”
    Jason smiled as he ended the call. Mitchell was right. He needed to