Listen I'm sorry I jumped down your throat. . .it's just free incest a sort of sore spot for me right now." There was a silent noise. The type you can't really describe, but you know you heard, the sound of the person on the other end of the phone smiling. "I'm sorry for hitting that spot then." The voice sounded more relaxed. " I run the local little league, my name is Jennifer Owens, and I was wondering. . ."
Again he cut her off, " Oh listen. . .I'm not really that great with kids . . ." he started to incest protest.
"Oh...no sir. I am not asking you to coach or anything." Jim closed his eyes and began to imagine what sort of person would be attached to that voice.
"Oh." Jim tried to think of something to say.
