Not many people have the balls

 

Bea grabbed the burner phone when she heard a ding. Naturally, she said to the doll, "Baby, it's time to do your magic." She grinned for a moment, then got serious. What was Frankie wanting this time?

"So sorry," she text. "I've been meaning to catch up, but a girl's gotta work."

Oh, she wanted to call him baby, but she knew that wasn't right. Some day she'd come clean..just not today.

"How have you been?" she tapped with her fingers.

"Not good, not really. I guess I need someone to talk to." He tossed back immediately. Bea winced, how could that boy text so fast, she thought.

"What's wrong? What could go wrong? Hope had her baby. All is well with the world, right?"

Silence. She guessed she'd texted the wrong thing. Oh well, maybe it was an easy way out. She sat on her bed alone with a sex doll under the covers. Yes, a part of herself, hated this, but she just couldn't stop. She thought she had, and then it all kind of unraveled again. She liked helping Frankie with his problems. 

But if..if he knew...who she actually was. Oh, that would never happen..not in a million years. Of course, Marcus was asking for money. When had he not? Never. 

She sighed heavily. When would the world like her? When would they accept her for who she was? 

"Exactly," Frankie finally said. "Are you doing OK?"

She smiled when she looked at the text. He wanted to know if she was OK? Who asked a question like that.

"What do you think." she tapped back perhaps a little bitter. "Of course, I'm doing great..except this phone is crap."

"Let me buy you a new one." His text was instant. Her eyes widen.

"Oh no, I couldn't."

"Why not?"

"Because..I  couldn't."

"Right."

He went on to say he had a new roommate. An old childhood friend. He thought she was a lesbian. He thought she would never be here. Big surprise.

"You'll be OK. I know you. You'll be fine."

"Thanks." His parting words. "But, I want to help. Can't you let me help you?"

But she couldn't reply.