Night Voice - lesbian romance
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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good evening on this yet another snowy Friday night. This is stable, turning on nightlight for all you hardy women of Cape Cod. Let's hunker down and keep each other company with some good music. An intimate conversation. She tipped the extended microphone more directly to her lips. So what's on your mind tonight? Winter is not a month old, and you're sick of the snow already ready for something hotter, perhaps. Have a dedication you'd like to make. As always, we'd love to hear from you right here at 555 201 1112 at W. CCDs Provincetown studio. Or, if you'd rather just listen, send a little good karma to those in need. We can never get too much of that, right? So while you fluff lives, pillows in your comfy chair and settle in with your special someone, your dog or your favorite beverage, well, let Chris Williamson's woman lead us into nightlight. Taking her cue from her engineer, razor disc jockey Murphy Callahan removed her headphones and rolled away to reach the coffee she'd absently set on the studios rear table. She took a quick sip before kicking off her rugs and fumbling beneath her counter for the fuzzy, almost slippers. She couldn't care less that, at 40 years old, she cherished them as much as her. L. L Bean floppy eared hat. Comfort was everything, especially when working the 10 to 2 time slot in the dead of winter on a New England seacoast. How bad were the roads? Razor asked her voice that of some ammunition deity emerging from the ceiling speaker. Horrible. Murphy poked her keyboard several times to queue up to commercials as Williamson's song wound to a close. I was all over the place. I left 1/2 hour early, and I still just made it in time, I noticed. Supposedly there'll be five inches out there by the time we're off. Swell. I'm buying a team of Huskies tomorrow, better than the Chihuahua soup. Will you around now? Hey, don't make fun of my beetle! Right 10 seconds. Murphy ran both hands through her dishevelled hair and reset her headphones with a glance at her call monitor. A single light blinked. She had hoped to ease into this shift, catch her breath through a couple of tunes before things picked up. Maybe this will just be a song dedication. Razor feigned shooting her with fingers, and the studio fell silent. Murphy raised her mouth to the mic that scissored toward her from the opposite edge of the counter. Chris Williamson. Timeless, always beautiful. And speaking of time, we have our first caller of the evening standing by. So let's not waste any of it. She clicked the call button. Hi. This is stable and you're on nightlight. Hi, sable. Love your show. We look forward to it every night in early twenties local. After two years on the job, Murphy could usually see her callers quite well to pass the time. Razor kept a completely haphazard tally and currently had Murphy at approximately 80% accuracy. That's so nice to hear. Thank you. Friday nights, especially the four of us hang at my place in tune You in. This is the first time we've called, though we need another opinion on a a situation. We love first time callers. I hope you'll become a regular with us. Give us a name if you want. Okay. Um, I'm I'm Bangles. Nice to meet you. Bangles. No. What's your situation? Well, see, my girlfriend finally got her dream job in town. But her new boss is coming on to her already. How so? Well, first there were the looks. You know, the extra long ones that say, Can you guess what I'm thinking? And then she started with the touchy feely stuff. The hand on the back, the shoulder bump. But today she actually took her by the hand until my girl pulled away. I want to scratch the ******* eyes out. Murphy granted the mic.