"Beep... Beep..."
After calming myself, I adjusted my breathing and, with trembling fingers, tapped the screen to finally make the call.
As Betty's familiar ringtone filled the air, a sound that had echoed beside my bed countless times, the computer screen also displayed the incoming call alert.
On the screen, the two people caught in the act were startled by the ringtone.
Their eyes shot open as they realized the intrusion during their clandestine affair.
Betty was half-squatting, her stance wide, as Michael's penis was partially expelled from her vagina, the image freezing there as both their gazes turned towards the phone lighting up at the edge of the sofa...
Betty then remembered her phone, perhaps recalling our recent contact.
She hurriedly tried to stand to grab it, moving too swiftly.
"Pop..."