Devil's Heat

Janice was fresh and blond. She was tall for her age, willowy, and had a real zest for living. She loved learning anything new. And her latest thing that she was "into" as she put it, was playing with herself.
"Oh, hello, Glen," she said, recognizing the voice on the phone. "How are you feeling?" She propped her feet on the radiator that was thumping with the sound of circulating water. "What did you say? This damn radiator is making a hell of a lot of noise. Oh, you're staring out of the window and you wish I was there? Yeah, I know, it's lousy isn't it, this snowstorm and all, and we have to study."
"What am I doing? I'm playing with myself, of course." Janice always had her hand on her crotch when she was on the phone.