Hot Blog: HOUSEWIFE 1ON1 HOUSEWIFE1ON1.COM awoke from my peaceful slumber to the irritating ring of my cheap telephone. My head was spinning and for a second I didn't know where I was until I saw my collection of beer bottles neatly lined upon my dresser. They were remnants of a period when my only worries were getting to class in time for an exam. Fumbling around in a stupor, I felt the phone's cold plastic in my grip and brought it to my tired head. I managed to answer in a low, gravelly voice.
"Hey Sean, this is Helen," she said in her Southern drawl, "Were you asleep?"
"Naw. I was just about to get up. What's going on?" I replied drowsily.
Looking at my clock, I discovered it was already past ten. Saturday is my "sleep-in" day and I try not to get out of bed before eleven. I figured Helen must've really needed something because she knew my routine.
"Well, I hate to bother you, but I wanted to ask you if I could use your truck to haul off a bunch of tree limbs that fell in the backyard?" By the tone of her voice I could tell that she was really hoping I would offer to do the job for her. Her husband (Roger) was gone on one of his week-long business trips and took his number one sales agent with him; my girlfriend Toby.
"I tell you what, Helen. I'll come get those branches and drop 'em off at the shed. Larry (my friend/partner) is burning some brush on Monday. Just gimme about thirty minutes," I said as I slid from the bed and stood on my feet. I stretched like a bear coming out of hibernation.
