Nancy was down at the local supermarket when the call came through on her beeper. She’d gone to the trouble of putting on a short skirt and doing her makeup, all to impress the supermarket cashier that had been giving her suggestive smiles for weeks now. He was handsome and she was more than open for the idea of a relationship, but with her line of work it was tough to get into anything serious.
Nancy checked her pager. Five men had her number, and nobody else – this afternoon it was Michael who was letting her know she was needed. She slipped the pager into her pocket and got into her car, turning up the tunes. She only really listened to classic rock, so she blasted some ACDC as she made her way down the highway.