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Sex and the boss_s wifeScott grabbed at the receiver wildly, half afraid whoever it was would hang up before he could say hello. He heard the recorder whirl into action. "Station KSZX, the voice of nighttime Indy. You're on the air." "Yeah? I want a twelve inch with sausage and mushroom. Extra cheese and hold the onions," said a slurry voice. "This is Radio Station KSZX," Scott answered, speaking very slowly and distinctly as the cold feeling returned to his stomach. "Ain't this Shakey's?" "No, it's not. You're on the air. Do you have something you want to tell our listeners about? What you think of pizza, maybe? Anything?" The line went dead. Scott hung up the receiver and hurried to stop the recorder before the idiot wrong numbered conversation went out over the air. It would never do for his public to know he had lost his cool. The Bee Gees wailed off into silence, and he began another record without comment. He was too discouraged to talk, so discouraged he was afraid his voice would break. How long would they keep him on, he wondered, if nobody seemed to be listening? The worst part of it was, this Night Line business had been his idea ...» |
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