"Hmm," the woman hummed and asked Peter, "So you don't find me more attractive than her? I know you would also want a younger lady, but I said I don't mind all that. Just be my friend, Peter... please."
The woman was pleading, and Peter felt his forehead become sweaty at her request. He didn't want to make the woman annoyed, as she sounded so calm with him on the phone. Peter replied, "I cannot, ma'am, but I have a friend here with me, and he said he would like to take up the job and be with you."
The phone call went silent for a while, and as the woman desperately needed a man to keep her warm, she knew how Peter had repeatedly rejected her advances. She finally asked Peter, "Is he handsome? What does he look like? Is he tall or short, or is he a slim guy?"
Peter glanced at Thomas firs
