“Territory? I'm new at the whole dating thing, but comparing a girl to something you might purchase from France for cheap is hardly flattering.”

"Cheap? I'll have you know that I would not accept anything less than an acre of land and a mule for you."

"You want a mule? Why, so you can have two asses?" Madison stuck her tongue out, then remembered that Heda could not actually see her.

"Touche. You're sticking your tongue out at me, aren't you?"

"Uhm... no?"

Laughter.

“Liar. Too bad, though. I can think of a lot of fun things to do with your tongue."

Madison's whole body underwent muster in the course of a second.

Heart beat up, check. Skin hot, check. Face flushed, check. Libido doing a mambo inspired by a full jazz band . . . definitely.

"I uhm, what -~"

“Are you alone?" Heda asked, her voice as pure and innocent as the Marquis de Sade on a bender.

Madison almost forgot how to use her echolocation, but she was able to scan the room. Door was closed. Blinds were down on all her windows, at Madison's request. She was not a big fan of glass anyway.

People could look at her, but she could not sense them through it.

"Yeah. Why?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

"Don't play coy with me," Heda purred.

"I told you that there had been great advances in the world of phone sex. I could get off just listening to you talk."

Madison's brain was tempted to give out, because it was not the recipient of most of the blood and oxygen in her body at the moment.

But she rallied her few working brain cells and switched on her on-air voice.

“Are you just talk, or can you dance too?" Heda had told her once that her voice was like hot chocolate stirred with a cinnamon stick, and Madison was laying it all out there for this conversation.

“Oh, I'm ready to dance. My hand's been in my shorts since you picked up the phone."

Madison's mind was awash with images.

"Your volleyball shorts?" she whispered, putting as much heat in her words as she could.

"Those tight little ones you wear when you play? I hope they're your game shorts, because practice is over." Madison stifled a giggle. She could not believe that she had just said that. She heard a moan.

"I play for keeps," Heda replied, then sighed.