Dialing the number from the letter, Grant waited patiently for an answer at the other end. After three rings a woman answered.

"Hey there big boy, I've been waiting for your call all night," the woman claimed.

Grant paused for a moment, "uh, what?"

"Come on baby, don't play stupid," she continued. "I only have underwear and a bra on and I want you to tell me to take it off. I'm so horny," she moaned.

"I don't care what you are wearing," he replied a bit confused, "I'm looking for Zander."

"I'm sorry baby, you get Geri instead."

"Who?"

"No more questions," she demanded, "my pussy is so fucking wet and I need to get off. Are you hard yet?"

Grant wasn't sure what was going on but he had a feeling Zander might be pranking him. "I'm sorry, could you just put Zander on the phone? This is getting a bit strange."

"Are you fucking retarded or something?" Geri asked annoyed, her tone quickly turning sour, "you called the number and I'm who you get tonight so forget about this Zander bitch and whip your dick out."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about," Grant replied, "and I don't want to do anything with my dick... right now."

"Whatever, asshole," she replied before hanging up.

Grant listened to the dead line for a moment before closing his cell phone shut. How bizarre, he thought to himself before looking down at the letter. Quick to realize, Grant slapped himself in the forehead when he noticed he had called the wrong number. Laughing it off, Grant waited a few moments before dialing the number again. Thankfully Zander answered this time and invited him to a party that was going on later in the night. Zander offered to pick up Grant before the call ended and Grant began getting ready.