I'd read once.

"Yeah, it's a nice piece, it's actually handmade." I talked it up as dad had told me too.

"I can see that, the pictures are very detailed, can I come see it?"

“Sure, when do you want to come take a look?" Please say noon.

"The ad said Cranston, whereabouts?"

"We're at fifty Somerset." I told her.

"Oooh that's only a few minutes from here, can I come right now?"

"That's kind of soon

"Please?" She asked, "I really want that table! Please let me come see it early?"

The word please uttered in that phone sex style voice had me wondering what she looked like. She definitely sounded older and I grinned at the thought she might be a hot cougar. Figuring I was now wide awake I may as well make her happy and possibly sell something and it would be one less thing to deal with.

“How about quarter to nine?"

"Thank you, sweetie!" She chirped, "My name's Jasmine and I'll be over soon."

"Okay."

“Who do I ask for, what's your name, honey?" She asked,

"Kenny." I answered thinking, Honey? Yup, older for her.

“Thank you so much, Kenny! I can't wait to see it!" At that moment

I had to admit I couldn't wait to see if she looked as good as she sounded.

“Promise you won't let anyone else see it before me."

"Promise Who the hell else would call this early, but feeling a little flirty I added, "Just because you sound so nice."

“Oh, a gentleman! I like that!" She purred, making me glad I'd made the comment.

“Okay, you can park in the driveway if you want. Then come around the back and down the bulkhead I'll be in the basement."

"See you soon! I'm so excited!"

She hung up and looking down at the bulge in my boxers I thought that made two of us.

"Shit." I grumbled as I stared closely at the edge of the table and noticed a few small nicks.

Dad had said in the ad it was in perfect condition, but in addition to the nicks there were also a few small dings in two of the six chairs that went with it. Hopefully Jasmine, or anyone else, wouldn't look too close.

I had pulled the table out to the middle of the room and seeing I only had a couple more minutes, hurriedly wiped off the chairs and leaving the two perfect ones out in front of the table, slid the other four under it tow on each side to show off how it would look, and hide the imperfections.

Straightening, I turned and wiped down the mirror that sat atop mom's old bureau we were also selling and finger combed my dirty blond hair. I'd tossed on a pair of jeans and a sleeveless black t-shirt and looking at my arms thought I didn't look too bad.

Jeez what a loser. I rolled my eyes at my reflection; Jasmine was coming to look at some old furniture not a nineteen year old kid who was so lame he'd gotten excited over a woman's voice. The sound of a car door in the driveway caused me to look up at the small rectangular windows that were ground Level.

My eyes widened when a pair of black heeled sandals attached to some well shaped calves walked past the window. I turned around to face the bulkhead staircase in anticipation of what the rest of her looked like.

"Hello, anyone home?" That smoky voice called down and realizing my heart was racing I took a deep breath before calling out.