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Who: Prudence Ashford (CINDERELLA).
What: A series of voicemail messages left to one Anne Gardner.
When: Throughout Anne's dinner with Skip.
Rating: PG-13.
"Hullo, my spring delight! Your favourite professor, here. My, that sounds a bit naughty, doesn't it? This isn't a prelude to phone sex, I swear. Uhhh. Wanted to see if you were doing anything tonight! I have some rather fiendish things up my sleeve and--"
BEEP.
"Whoops. Sorry, just wanted to say I wanted to take you out for the big 2-4 -- since I'm only the big 2-6, as you know -- if you weren't doing anything else. Call me back!"
BEEP.
Slightly off tune humming of Happy Birthday.
BEEP.
"Jessica Christ, woman, pick up your bloody phone."
BEEP.
"Ooh, are you out with someone? Toby, am I right? Or someone else?" An exaggerated gasp. "Some frisky fireman, maybe. Anne, you tart, I knew you had it in you. Just remember, kids, always use protection. Seriously, you don't know what's on those fire poles. I heard about this one girl who--"
BEEP.
"Ugh, sorry, got cut off there. See, a lesser friend would decide to leave it there. Especially considering you're not answering. But I know better. You're going to pick this up tomorrow and revel in the utter wonder that is our friendsh--"
BEEP.
"Agape, philia, storgē, it's got nothing on us. Storgē in the traditional sense, none of this social psychology stuff. Do not, as the saying goes, want."
BEEP.
"I really hope you're getting laid. There's no other excuse."
BEEP.
"You know you love me. And happy birthday again. And you're going to make this I'm ignoring my phone business up to me. Ta."
What: A series of voicemail messages left to one Anne Gardner.
When: Throughout Anne's dinner with Skip.
Rating: PG-13.
"Hullo, my spring delight! Your favourite professor, here. My, that sounds a bit naughty, doesn't it? This isn't a prelude to phone sex, I swear. Uhhh. Wanted to see if you were doing anything tonight! I have some rather fiendish things up my sleeve and--"
BEEP.
"Whoops. Sorry, just wanted to say I wanted to take you out for the big 2-4 -- since I'm only the big 2-6, as you know -- if you weren't doing anything else. Call me back!"
BEEP.
Slightly off tune humming of Happy Birthday.
BEEP.
"Jessica Christ, woman, pick up your bloody phone."
BEEP.
"Ooh, are you out with someone? Toby, am I right? Or someone else?" An exaggerated gasp. "Some frisky fireman, maybe. Anne, you tart, I knew you had it in you. Just remember, kids, always use protection. Seriously, you don't know what's on those fire poles. I heard about this one girl who--"
BEEP.
"Ugh, sorry, got cut off there. See, a lesser friend would decide to leave it there. Especially considering you're not answering. But I know better. You're going to pick this up tomorrow and revel in the utter wonder that is our friendsh--"
BEEP.
"Agape, philia, storgē, it's got nothing on us. Storgē in the traditional sense, none of this social psychology stuff. Do not, as the saying goes, want."
BEEP.
"I really hope you're getting laid. There's no other excuse."
BEEP.
"You know you love me. And happy birthday again. And you're going to make this I'm ignoring my phone business up to me. Ta."