He heard his cellphone ring. It didn't ring very often. That's the way he lived his life. Not saying that his cellphone number was some type of National Security issue? He liked it like that. So, when his phone rang he knew that the individual calling was usually only one of three individuals: the wrong number, somebody begging for money or Jess. Who's Jess? You may ask? And I will surely tell. Jess, is a woman twenty years his junior. He's almost seven years away of being a senior citizen. Single. No children. Not even one wife to tell tales. And most of his life people who lived, worked...around him thought him being gay; ergo, Jess....
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