Harry and the Hardcore SMS Sex Lines
After the funeral, Harry and his family headed to the attorney’s office. Though Harry longed for a deep relationship with someone special, he hadn’t been searching, and at 21 had made money his primary focus. He owned two restaurants and was looking for new opportunities.
Harry listened, speechless, as his sister received $50,000 from his grandfather. His parents were also silent because no one knew his grandfather had anything. Harry had often taken his grandfather groceries because the old man never seemed to have food.
Harry chuckled when he learned his parents were leaving empty handed. He saw his father clinch his fists, and his mother’s face dropped.
“And for you, Harry,” the attorney said, “Your grandfather thought highly of you. You cared for him without expectations. I will quote in your grandfather’s words, ‘you became an excellent person despite your idiot parents.’ He bequeaths you ten million dollars and his corporation of hardcore SMS sex lines.”
Harry’s mother coughed hysterically.
“Ten million dollars,” Harry repeated, “and hardcore SMS sex lines.”
“This is preposterous,” Harry’s father screamed, “I will protest this insanity.”
“Go ahead,” the attorney urged, “Considering a member of the US Supreme Court wrote this will and another one witnessed it, good luck.”
Harry stepped into the huge, glass shower of his new Penthouse apartment bedroom. His life was almost perfect.
When he stepped out of the shower, Harry was surprised by a brown skinned woman who offered him a large bath towel. He wasn’t scared though. He was aroused, and he used the towel to cover up the evidence.
The woman was stunning and appeared to be Hawaiian. Her long, black hair hung around her shoulders, and her strapless black dress emphasized her curvaceous figure.
“Hello, Mr. Harry,” she smiled brightly. “I am Alana. I worked for your grandfather as his personal assistant and as the Senior Vice-Presidents of Hardcore Mobile Phone Chat Corporation. I am at your disposal 24/7. Please do not hesitate to call me on the cell I have left on your bed.”
“What do you mean at my disposal?”
“I am here to answer any questions you may have about the Hardcore Mobile Phone Chat Corporation.” Alana turned to leave.
Harry let the towel fall to the floor.
Alana turned around.
“Is that all?”
“Your bedroom is connected to mine by a sliding door. I am here for you at all times.”
