Tommy 10

The telephone rang at its usual time, 9pm on the nose. In the 2 weeks since Sam had come home from Florida, her & Tommy had developed a pattern to their phone calls. Sam called him on Sundays, Tuesdays & Thursdays & Tommy called her on Mondays, Wednesdays & Fridays. They decided to take Saturdays off but so far one of them would break down & call the other. Sam was sitting in her favorite chair wearing a tan pair of shorts & a white T-shirt, her hair was in its usual ponytail with a ball cap on. "Hey Tommy," she said as she answered the phone. "What made you so sure it would be me?" Tommy said with a smile on his face. Sam laughed, "You are right! How bizarre that you happened to call at 9pm, AGAIN!" They sat & talked for about a half hour Tommy had been trying to get Sam to tell him her middle name for 10 minutes. "Jeez, Sam, it isn't like I can't just ask Case!! But of course I would rather hear it from you. Is it something awful like Mildred?" It wasn't like it was a big deal but Sam liked playing with Tommy, plus he sounded incredibly sexy as he pleaded with her. "NO!! Ok, Metcalf, I will make you a deal you tell me yours & I will tell you mine." She teased. "Jeffrey.. It is Thomas Jeffrey Metcalf. Your turn!" "Samantha Jo Bradshaw! Are you satisfied?," Sam feigned defeat. Tommy smiled the sweet smile of victory, it felt good no matter how small the victory, "How cute. Can I start calling you Sami Jo?" After another 20 minutes of learning each others favorite colors, Sam found out Tommy didn't really have a color preference except to say he really didn't care for yellow, they hung up. Another custom they had developed was 2 minutes after hanging up, Tommy always called Sam back to tell her again that he loved her. The phone rang again, right on cue. "I love you, too, Tommy!" "So who the hell is Tommy, Samantha?" Sam instantly recognized the voice & slammed down the phone in terror.