Tonya Mason returned home when her marriage fell apart, moving into her childhood house in Hillsboro with her ten year old daughter Emma. Her parents graciously welcomed their thirty-five year old daughter but it wasn't the ideal situation. Tonya's Dad was forced to take an early retirement during a downsizing at the insurance company and her mom had been let go from her part time job as a teacher's aide due to town budget cuts.
Tonya's parents were thrilled to have Emma in the house full time but Tonya was feeling the stress and pressure and she knew she needed to get a full time job to help support the household. She was resentful and bitter toward her ex and generally depressed and blue about her circumstances. It helped having her folks present to help with Emma but Tonya felt like a failure and the fact that her husband cheated on her did little for her self-esteem and ego.
Given the economic situation, finding a job was difficult but Tonya found and accepted a third shift position as a motel auditor at the Greenville Super 8. She had her degree in accounting and she ran and bread and breakfast with her husband for several years so she was certainly qualified for the job even though the hours were not her first preference.
Tonya slept while Emma was at school and on the days there was no school she napped during the day and grabbed three or four hours of sleep in the evening before heading for her shift. Having her parents available to help out with Emma turned out to be a Godsend given the circumstances but weekends proved to be especially difficult. Tonya would work third shift Friday night, come home and nap for a few hours and then spend the rest of the weekend with Emma and her parents, even though it screwed up her sleep cycle. She went to bed early on Sunday night, got up to see Emma off to school on Monday morning and then usually stayed awake until her third shift ended on Tuesday morning.
Although Tonya remained in an emotional funk about her life circumstances and her sleeping cycles did little to help her mood, she tried to do her job as best she could. She understood that providing the best customer service at the Super 8 was her first responsibility. Her duties included answering the phone, checking guests in and out of their rooms, answering questions, reporting problems, conducting easy general maintenance and emergency housekeeping, and reviewing the daily books for mistakes, overcharges, missed expenditures and revenues.
The Super 8 was not the busiest place during the overnight. Occasionally, an exhausted traveler would pull off the Interstate at the Greenville exit and request a room late while other guests stumbled in late drunk and obnoxious. Others checked out at dawn (or even earlier) to get an early start on the day but Tonya's job mostly consisted of the bookkeeping while also acting as the front desk clerk. She spent a majority of her time tracking down bookkeeping discrepancies and fixing them. She was also responsible for setting up the continental breakfast in the morning.
The job wasn't all that difficult. There were the occasional rude and belligerent guests with their snotty wives and bratty kids but for the most part people were polite and grateful for the good service. She was surprised by the amount of sex that took place with "visitors" being brought in for a few hours and kids from nearby Green College renting a room but only staying a few hours. She didn't expect to see as many adult movies ordered on the service as she saw appearing on various bills.
Tonya was also surprised by the number of people who loitered in the lobby at two in the morning as if they were reluctant to go back to their rooms and face whoever it was they were staying with. But, generally, the job was mostly long hours of boredom and mundane tasks and the clock on the overnight seemed to go by much slower than it did during the day.
There was a radio at the front desk and somebody had left it tuned to WGRN-AM, the local talk radio station when Tonya first starting working there. "Dave Day All Night" was the overnight show, airing from midnight to six o'clock in the morning and because Tonya didn't bother changing the station or turning off the radio, she began listening to the program and it wasn't long before she was hooked.
There was something about Dave Day's calm soothing reassuring voice that made Tonya feel at peace and relaxed. It was almost as if Day was speaking directly to her personally and not to a mass radio audience. The program was a mixture of talk, comedy bits, call in phone conversations, and the occasional song mixed in. The Radio voice of Dave Day was friendly and personable and Day became Tonya's one and only friend. She knew it was pathetic to be sitting behind the desk of the Super 8 Motel at three in the morning laughing out loud at something funny Dave Day said or to be sighing listening to a understanding, patient, comforting and gentle phone conversation the host was having with a caller but Tonya didn't care. She considered Dave Day a personal friend and she looked forward to listening to him each night.
Day wasn't a trained counselor or therapist but he had an understanding way with the people he talked with on the radio. Tonya figured out that he had a cadre of regular listeners who called in on a consistent basis. He called them "The Overnighters" and "The Thirds". There was Peggy the overnight receptionist in the Blue County Medical Center's Emergency Room. There was Alice the all night cashier at the Seven-Eleven Store. There was Ethan at the paper mill and Roger who delivered the morning papers. There was Brenda who worked the drive through window at the all night take out McDonald's by the interstate. There was Bruce who was the overnight security guard at Blue County Community College and Cam who cleaned offices at night. Jason worked third shift at the local warehouse and Helen was an in-house stay awake care giver. Sue worked the overnight at the local Crisis Center and Rich stocked shelves at the Stop and Save. Megan was a Dispatcher and Frank was a clerk at Walgreens. Charlie worked overnights in the Boiler Room at Green College while Adam made donuts at the local bakery.
After a few months of tuning into Dave Day All Night, Tonya began to feel like she was a member of the listening family. She got to know the different caller personalities and their stories and she found Dave Day to be a flash of warm light in the otherwise dark and lonely night shift that reflected the reality of her empty life.
She eventually gathered the guts to actually call into the program – one night when Dave was asking about single moms working the overnight – a second time when divorce came up on a topic – but Tonya failed to get through on either occasion.
On this night, Dave Day All Night was discussing memories of The Serguci League, the local amateur baseball league that had been playing summer ball at Hillsboro's Beano Field since 1948. Tonya spent many a summer night there watching her older brother play and she felt compelled to call in and talk about his Serguci League career with the listening audience.
Tonya was stunned when her call went through and she heard the dial tone on the other end.
"Hi, this is Sondra, the producer and screener for Dave Day All Night. May I have your name please?"
"Uh, Tonya Mason."
"And you want to talk to Dave about the Serguci League?"
"Yes, my brother played for the Browns," Tonya replied.
"Okay, great. It will just be a minute. Be sure to turn down your radio. What town are you from, Tonya?"
"I'm calling from Greenville but I live in Hillsboro."
"Okay, that's fine. I'm going to put you on hold. You'll hear the radio show on the line. Remember, there's a seven second delay. Dave will be picking up in a few minutes."
"Oh, wow, great, okay," Tonya said, feeling unexpectedly nervous as the commercial came over the phone line.
She had been listening to Dave Day All Night and now here she was about to talk to Dave Day himself, the saving voice that had kept her company and given her comfort all this time. She felt her heart begin to pound in her chest and she was surprised when waves of emotion overcame her.
"For Christ sakes, it's just a radio show," she said aloud to herself. "Get you act together."
"Hello, This is Dave Day All Night, to whom am I speaking?"
The voice boomed in her ear and Tonya almost dropped the receiver.
"Uh, er, this is Tonya speaking. Er, first time caller, long time listener," she added, immediately feeling stupid for even saying it.
"Well, hello Tonya. You're calling from Greenville Sondra tells me."
His voice on the phone sounded exactly like it did on the radio.
"Yes, but I'm from Hillsboro originally," Tonya explained.
"And you're a third shifter?" Dave asked. "An Overnighter?"
"Yes, I'm the night auditor at the Super 8 Motel over by the rotary," Tonya replied.
"Oh, the motel," Dave joked. "Do you have any stories to tell us, Tonya?"
"Not really," she said, suddenly embarrassed and feeling like she was put on the spot.
"Well, you don't rent by the hour over there do you?" Dave asked.
"No, of course not, we are a respectable business," Tonya insisted defensively. "But I must admit I've seen some couples leave after a few hours."
"I'm shocked," Dave deadpanned. "But it is a two college town."
"You remember what college was like, don't you Dave?"
Tonya covered her mouth with her hand, not believing she actually said that to him!
The host burst out in delighted humor. "Yes, Tonya, I remember college," he replied smoothly. "Thanks for asking."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that!" Tonya cried.
"That was pretty good for a first time caller!" An impressed Dave Day remarked.
"I just moved back to Hillsboro a couple of months ago," Tonya explained. "I tried calling before."
"To talk about what? My college exploits!?"
"Single moms working third shift."
"Oh, you have a child?"
"Ten year old daughter, but I'd rather not mention her name."
"And I also tried calling in when you were talking about divorce one night."
"It's okay," Dave told her. "I am too. I know what its like."
"Did you cheat on your wife?"
"Uh-oh," Dave replied. "Do we have a scorned woman on the line?"
"Do I sound bitter?" A worried Tonya asked with concern.
"Well, if the jerk cheated on you, you have every right to be," Dave told her. "As for me, we just changed and grew apart."
"Me too," he said, sounding truthfully honest. "So, Tonya," he said, changing the subject. "The Serguci League."
"My brother played for the Browns," Tonya reported.
"Hold on, I have Homer Stanfield's History of the Serguci League right in front of me," Dave said.
She heard him rattling some pages.
"Daniel 'Dog' Ward, seven years with the Browns."
"Yes, while he was at Green College and for a few years after that," Tonya said.
"First base, career .327 hitter - not bad," an impressed Dave commented.
"He could hit for some power," Tonya said. "Some thundering homers."
"Yes, I see he hit quite a few," Dave remarked.
"You like baseball?"
"Oh sure!" Dave laughed. "I'm a student of the game. One of the reasons I came here was because of the Serguci League! I do some of their games, you know."
"I didn't," Tonya confessed. "I'll have to tune in."
"Come to one of the games. You can sit in the booth with me!"
"Season opener is only a month away," Dave informed her. "I usually do Tuesday night games and the occasional Sunday night contests when they have them."
"Maybe I will," Tonya said sheepishly.
"So Tonya what are your favorite memories of the Serguci League?"
"Well, my brother is seven years older than me so I was just a kid when he started playing," Tonya explained. "I remember going with my parents and wanting to go play on the playground down the left field line!"
"Nine innings is a long time for a kid," Dave admitted.
"But when I got a little older I would sit and watch the games."
"Because of all the good looking guys?" Dave tested.
"I wasn't a Baseball Annie, Dave," Tonya said purposefully.
"Oh no, I'm sure you weren't," Dave said seriously.
"I really became a legitimate loyal fan," Tonya explained. "I knew all the players and their stats and everything."
"Name me somebody who played for the Giants when your brother played," Dave requested.
"Danny always said that Frank Lee who played third base for Greenville was the best player he ever saw," Tonya replied.
"Okay, you know what you're talking about," Dave remarked.
"Were you testing me?" Tonya asked with surprise.
"Yes!" Dave laughed.
"When Danny started playing for the Browns, the Giants were on that nine year roll of consecutive championships," Tonya told him.
"One of the best streaks in the history of the league," Dave said.
"The Browns had a couple of good seasons but they could never beat the Giants," Tonya recalled.
"So your brother played for Hap Daniels," Dave remarked.
"He loved him," Tonya said. "Said he was one of the most underrated managers of all time."
"That's probably true," Dave agreed.
"And Danny got to play with Messiah Christopher when he set the all time career win record for a pitcher," Tonya bragged.
"What a thrill that must have been," Dave said.
"And he played with Goldie Goldberg too," Tonya remarked.
"Lady Gold," Dave recalled.
"And then his last year he played for Boomer Christopher after Hap Daniels died and they won 33 games including the tie-breaker against the Giants to dethrone them as champions!" Tonya said.
"One of the best seasons in the history of the league!" Dave laughed. "So why'd he quit?"
"Oh, he was married and then he got a job transfer," Tonya explained. "He hated giving up baseball and the Serguci League but life goes on."
"Wow, Tonya, that's some great stuff. We'll have to get you back on the air so we can talk more about this," Dave let her know.
"I'd like that," Tonya gushed, feeling like a school girl all of a sudden.
"I enjoyed talking with you and welcome to the overnighters club," Dave said. "It's a pleasure to have you onboard."
"Thanks, Dave," Tonya said politely.
"We'll talk again real soon," Dave assured her.
The line went dead and Tonya leapt from her chair, raising her arms over her head in victory as she danced around behind the counter, thrilled and excited to have talked to 'The Voice' that had been her comfort and salvation all these many months. She was surprised by how easy their first conversation had gone and she was tickled that she had gotten to talk to what had become her secret fantasy in recent months.
Tonya knew it was stupid that her only real friend in the world was a voice coming out of the radio but now that she had actually talked to Dave Day she really didn't care. He sounded like he was a great guy! She even made him laugh!
Tonya tried calling into the show a few times but couldn't get through until about a week later when Dave was talking about pizza.
"Hi, this is Sondra, the producer and screener for Dave Day All Night. May I have your name please?"
"This is Tonya Mason."
"Oh, The Serguci League caller," Sondra recalled. "Calling back to talk about pizza, Tonya?"
"Yes," Tonya laughed.
"Okay," Sondra replied. "Remember to turn down your radio. I'm going to put you on hold. Remember, there's a seven second delay. Dave will be picking up in a few minutes."
"Right," Tonya said, feeling less nervous than the first time she called.
Dave Day All Night came on the line a few moments later.
"Hi Tonya!" He said with enthusiasm. "It's great you called again."
"Hello again, Dave."
"For folks who missed it last week, Tonya is an overnighter at the Super 8. She called to talk about her brother Dog Ward playing for the Browns in the Serguci League, oh almost twenty years ago now."
Tonya was impressed that Dave had remembered. "Time flies," Tonya noted.
Dave laughed. "It certainly does. Seems like only yesterday when I was young."
"You're still young, Dave," Tonya boldly remarked, surprised at how comfortable she was being on the air.
"Well, in spirit anyway!"
"You're only old in dog years," Tonya told him.
"I read somewhere recently that the whole seven dog years for every human year really isn't accurate," Dave said.
"Oh, then I guess you really are old, Dave!" Tonya laughed.
Dave groaned. "Cut it out, Tonya!"
"I'm sorry," she said sincerely.
"I know better than to ask you your age," Dave remarked.
"I'm thirty-five," Tonya volunteered easily.
"Oh, so I'm not much older than you!" Dave told her.
"I won't ask how much older," Tonya replied.
"Five, but at our age five years doesn't mean much," Dave theorized.
"You're probably right," Tonya agreed.
"So, you called to talk pizza?" Dave asked.
"Can I order one with onions and peppers?" Tonya joked.
"You order it and bring it over here!" Dave laughed.
"Too bad Hillsboro Pizza House is closed at three in the morning."
"That's your favorite place around here?"
"Been eating it all my life," Tonya said.
"When's the last time you've had one from there?"
"My parents order a large pepperoni for supper every Saturday night," Tonya reported.
"Maybe I'll come over some Saturday night," Dave said.
"We'd love to have you," Tonya replied without missing a beat.
"Sounds like fun!" Dave laughed. "Beer or soda with the pizza?"
"Soda is fine."
"Coke or Pepsi?"
"Good. I get whatever is on sale!"
"Have you ever seen Mystic Pizza, Dave?" Tonya asked.
"The coming of age story of three teenaged girls with a really great cast," Dave replied. "Annabeth Gish, Julia Roberts, Lili Taylor, Vincent D'Onofrio, William R. Moses and Conchata Ferrell. Movie trivia buffs might be interested to know that it was also Matt Damon's first movie."
"I didn't know that," Tonya admitted. "I remember a couple of girlfriends and I drove down there in high school to see what it was like."
"The real life shop isn't as big as the movie one," Dave replied.
"The pizza was good though," Tonya laughed.
"I once had a neighbor who had a wood fired pizza oven behind his garage," Dave revealed. "Used to cook for the whole neighborhood!"
"They say American pizza is different from the pizza they serve in Italy," Tonya told him.
"My sister was in Pompeii and she says that is where the best pizza known to man is! Straight from heaven. The cheese literally melts in your mouth, the bread isn't so thick that you have to chew it over and over but it's definitely filling. The sauce tasted so good she licked it off her pizza!"
"You're making me drool, Dave," Tonya replied.
"Everybody has a favorite hometown pizza place," Dave said. "I grew up in Rehoboth and the Rehoboth House of Pizza was the only place to get a pie."
"I never get the chain stuff," Tonya said.
"Pizza Hut isn't so bad, but gag me with a spoon with Dominos," Dave replied.
"My daughter and I make a home made pizza sometimes," Tonya said.
"I'm sure it's delicious," Dave told her.
"You'll have to have some sometime," Tonya let him know, surprised that she was flirting with him on the radio.
"Okay," Dave said. "Sounds good. But I'm having Saturday night Hillsboro Pizza House pizza with you and your parents first."
Tonya laughed. "Thanks for taking my call, Dave."
"Anytime, Tonya. Talk to you real soon. Have a good rest of your third shift."
The line went dead and Tonya sat back in her chair and triumphantly smirked. That was fun! There was something about Dave Day All Night that captured her fascination since the first time she heard him.
She went on line to the radio station's web site and saw Dave Day's photo – it was a professional studio shot designed to make him look perfect but she had to admit he was handsome enough even with a shaved head and goatee with a few shades of gray in it. But she was really attracted to his voice and the friendly personality that came across when he was on the air. Her growing interest in him bordered on lust and she knew that was because she was feeling lonely as the sleep-deprived thirty-something divorcee working third shift.
Listening to Dave Day All Night had revived her hormones for some reason and Tonya wasn't about to complain. Of course she realized that she was just another caller, one of the dozens of third shifters and overnighters who regularly called Dave on the air. She was no different from Peggy at the hospital, or Alice at the Seven-Eleven, or Brenda at McDonalds, or Helen the care giver, or Sue the Crisis Clinician, or Megan the Dispatcher. They all had nice voices and were good in conversation with Dave so why did Tonya think she could stand out in anyway? Was there anything different about her that Dave could like above the other callers? Tonya wondered if a 40 year old professional radio personality could ever like someone like her.
When Tonya got home that morning she stood in the full length mirror in her bedroom looking at her thirty-five year old body. She had always been reasonably attractive and her looks were holding up despite the stress of her life and the pain of her divorce. Looking at her breasts she smiled with relief knowing that they hadn't started sagging yet, still solid and still perky. Tonya had put on a few pounds around her waist and hips but she still featured a well developed figure for a woman her age. She had to dye her hair on occasion but it still held its original fluff and bounce.
Tonya was given her first night off since starting her job at the Super 8. It was a Friday night so she could have a three day weekend with Emma and that was nice but her sleep routine was still a little bit off and Tonya was still wide awake at one in the morning. She decided to turn on the radio on the bedside table and listen to Dave Day All Night for a while. It was different listening to Dave while lying in bed with only a night light on the other side of the room providing light. Tonya was feeling feisty and edgy for some reason and she suddenly realized that she feeling horny for the first time in years.
Dave's soft voice was filling the room and Tonya laid back on the pillow listening to him talk about a date when he was fourteen with "a girl who was even more like Winnie Cooper than Winnie Cooper was," referring to Kevin Arnold's crush on the old television series The Wonder Years.
Tonya found herself pulling down her pajama bottoms under her covers and spreading her legs. Reaching down, her finger softly worked inside her surprisingly wet womanhood and Tonya suddenly felt like she was fourteen again too. It had been a long time since she felt this turned on. Her finger explored her depth and she started feeling the pleasure overtake her as she listened to Dave Day's voice. It wasn't long before Tonya felt the orgasm shake her body and she whimpered in satisfied relief while tears came to her eyes as she realized how lonely she was.
She rolled over and called the radio program, having long ago memorized the telephone number to Dave Day All Night. Tonya couldn't believe it when the line started ringing.
Hi, this is Sondra, the producer and screener for Dave Day All Night. Who's calling, please?"
"This is Tonya again, Sondra."
"Oh, hello Tonya," Sondra replied. "Dave's not taking calls right now. He's in the middle of one of his Wonder Year riffs"
"I've been listening," Tonya sighed. "I was hoping I could talk to him."
"Wait a minute," Sondra replied and she was put on hold.
"I'll try," Tonya moaned, feeling physically and emotionally spent.
Tonya was surprised when Dave's voice came on the line.
"Hi Tonya!" He said with enthusiasm. "We're on the air. Sondra tells me you like my Wonder Years stuff."
"I don't think I'm Winnie Cooper," Tonya sighed, realizing her pajama bottoms were still down around her ankles and that she was still stroking herself with her hand under the covers.
"That's okay, I was never Kevin Arnold either," Dave replied.
"You're probably more like Tom Arnold," Tonya teased.
Dave laughed. "Oh, I'm not quite that bad."
"That's too bad!" Tonya joked.
"You sound very calm tonight, Tonya," the perceptive Dave observed.
"I got the night off," Tonya informed him.
"Ah, that explains it," Dave replied. "You home?"
"What are you doing?" Dave asked seductively.
"Just listening to you," a red faced Tonya said, pulling her hand away from her privates.
"Can you believe it, folks?" Dave laughed. "Tonya isn't stuck on third shift tonight and she's still listening to Dave Day All Night! You must be my best fan ever!"
"You have lots of fans, Dave."
"Do I?" Dave wondered.
"We're beating The Wall Street Journal's Daily Wrap with Michael Castner," Sondra said, cutting in on the conversation.
"That's on a tape delay rerun," Dave groaned.
"We're holding our own against EPSN Radio's SportsCenter All Night," Sondra offered.
"I'm sure people around here would much rather listen to Dave Day All Night than either Michael Castner or ESPN," Tonya said. "I know I would."
"Well, thank you, Tonya, you're very kind," Dave said.
"I'm your biggest fan, remember?"
Dave laughed. "I'm honored."
"So, finish your story about your Winnie Cooper date," Tonya said as her hand slowly found its way back down between her legs.
"Oh, I think I already did," Dave sighed. "Gail left me at the punch bowl for Stretch Roberts, the basketball player."
"That wasn't very nice of her," Tonya commented.
"My teenage years sucked, really," Dave admitted. "Luckily there was the A/V Club and the Media Center or I really would have been lost."
"You did radio in high school?"
"Those were cool times. Other than that, I stayed home and practiced doing play by play by turning the sound down on the television and recording my voice on tapes," Dave said.
"Didn't you date after Gail?"
"I never really went out that much," Dave admitted. 'I was kind of the class clown because I did a lot of comedy bits on the in-house school radio station. I probably could have gotten more dates but believe it or not I was scared to death talking to girls."
"That's kind of ironic since you do it so well now!" Tonya laughed.
"Well, the Dave Day on the radio is not quite the same Dave Day as in real life," he revealed.
"Everybody puts on facades," Tonya said. "Even when they aren't on the radio."
"We can't dwell on the should-haves and could haves," Dave agreed. "All we can do is learn from the past and apply it to the here and now. Keep your head up and stay positive."
"I thought I had the perfect life until I found out my husband was cheating on me," Tonya sighed. "I was blessed with a beautiful baby girl and I thought I had the rest of my life all figured out and then everything fell apart."
"It won't be so painful down the road," Dave advised. "You'll experience greater and better things and that will be another step in your growth."
"I hope so," Tonya replied.
"Hey, how were you in gym class?" Dave asked cheerfully.
"Gym class?" Tonya was confused.
"My gym class grading was based solely on attendance and wearing clean gym clothes," Dave laughed. "Nothing else was required to receive straight A's in that class! If only life was that easy!"
"I guess," Tonya agreed.
"Most of us don't hit our stride until after high school because once we get out in the real world and figure out who we are things really start to get interesting."
"You think?" Tonya asked hopefully.
"I know," Dave replied. "Well, we're coming up on the top of the hour," he said. "We'll have the national news from CBS and then we'll come back for some more chat. Tonya, go to sleep, it's your night off!"
"I enjoy talking and listening to you, Dave," she replied honestly.
She almost burst out laughing realizing she was naked from the waist down doing things with her hand good girls never talk about.
"You have a good night, Tonya," Dave told her. "We'll talk again soon."
"Thanks, Dave, I look forward to it," Tonya replied before the line went dead.
She tossed the cell on the bed and rolled over on her stomach wishing Dave was lying next to her to rub her back and maybe even massage her buns.
The radio station had been promoting the give away of a riding lawn mower from Davenport's Lawn Equipment Center for months. All listeners had to do was show up at various businesses around Blue County where the station was doing remotes and promotions and sign up for the chance to win.
The various radio personalities hosted many of the events and Dave Day All Night was scheduled to make a Saturday morning appearance at Donovan's Department Store to push the give away promotion.
Dave joked about it several times on the air and several callers promised to show up at the event to meet Dave in person. Dave made it sound like a personal invitation with everyone he talked to on the radio.
Tonya dared to call him one night.
"Tonya!" Dave said happily once Sondra put her through. "How are you?"
"I'm doing okay, Dave."
"How are things at the Super 8?"
"I can hear the second hand on the clock across the lobby ticking," she groaned. 'It's a really slow night tonight!"
"Well, maybe I can speed things up for you!"
"Time flies when I'm talking and listening to you!"
"Is that why you called?"
"Actually, I called to add my name to the list," Tonya said. "You've been asking whose coming to Donovan's on Saturday and I wanted to let you know I'm going to be there too."
"Gosh, I feel like I'm in on my own surprise party!" Dave laughed.
"Us overnighters got to stick together," Tonya said.
"This is true," Dave agreed. "We're an unusual breed. Do you need a riding lawn mower, Tonya?"
"Well, my father is getting up there and he's still using a self-propelled push mower," Tonya said. "It would be a great gift if I could give him a riding mower. He and mom have done so much for me and my daughter since we moved into their home."
"There's been a lot of that going around since the economy tanked," Dave said. "Reminds me of The Waltons when the entire family lived together."
"I never thought I'd be moving back in with my parents at thirty-five," Tonya sighed. "I feel like such a failure. A loser."
"You're neither," Dave told her. "You're working third shift to provide for your daughter. You had a creep husband who cheated on you. It's not your fault. And you're not alone."
"Dave Day All Night makes it easier not to feel so lonely," Tonya told him.
"Glad to be of help," he said.
"You're so understanding and sensitive," Tonya said. "And your voice is so soothing."
"Okay, okay, that's enough," Dave said. "People are going to think I paid you to say that!"
"Everybody knows I speak the truth," Tonya replied. "That's why you're beating Michael Castner and SportsCenter All Night."
"It's only because Larry King retired," Dave said. "People don't remember before CNN Larry King had an all night radio show. He was the master."
"Who else did you like in radio?" Tonya wondered.
"Jean Shepard. Paul Harvey. In Boston, I grew up listening to legends like David Brudnoy, Gene Burns, Jess Cain, Larry Glick, Jerry Williams, and Upton Bell, WRKO and WBZ had the great talk show hosts. All my friends were listening to FM Rock but I fell asleep listening to Brudnoy talking on 'BZ."
"You're carrying on the tradition well."
"Imus was the first real shock jock and most of the guys on today are paid political hacks," Dave complained. "The passion is gone. The individuality is gone. The creativity is gone. Everybody plays it safe."
"I think your audience feels safe with you."
"I used to do a Don Rickles like show in college," Dave revealed. "It was a call in show but I would belittle and insult people for comedy. It was pretty pathetic."
"That was a long time ago."
"Luckily, it was under a different name," Dave said. "The Larry Loudmouth Show"!
"Everybody has skeletons in their closet," Tonya said.
"Well, we're coming up on a commercial break, Tonya," Dave informed her. "You want to stick around and chat on the other side?"
"No, I should be earning my money," Tonya replied. "But it was nice talking with you, Dave."
"See you Saturday!" Dave said before the line went dead.
But as Saturday grew closer, Tonya began to second guess the idea of actually showing up at Donovan's Department Store and meeting Dave Day. There would be other listeners and callers there and she was sure she would get lost in the crowd and that Dave might even forget who she was.
She kept thinking about The Voice, though. How much Dave Day All Night had soothed and calmed her since her return to Hillsboro and how much she enjoyed listening to him and talking to him. She really did want to see him in person, even if she didn't introduce herself to him.
Tonya got off work that Saturday morning and went home to get Emma. She figured she could use her daughter for cover and protection if the promotion felt awkward or intimidating. Mother and daughter went out to breakfast at Emma's favorite Denny's and by the time they were finished, the promotion at Donovan's had begun (9 to 11).
It was a warm early May New England morning with the sun bright in the sky so the radio station set up its tent in the Donovan's parking lot with the prize riding lawn mower parked right there for everybody to see. Tonya could see Dave Day's bald head shining in the morning sun from fifty feet away and she was surprised by the number of people who had gathered to fill out a chance for the lawn mower and to meet the radio personality.
Dave Day looked to be having fun, meeting and greeting people as they walked by and going on the air remotely every fifteen minutes or so to plug the lawn mower give away and to promote Donovan's Department Store. Tonya met Bruce the security guard from Blue County Community College who was still in his uniform and he introduced her to Alice from the 7/11 and Megan the Dispatcher. It was nice putting faces to the familiar voices Tonya heard on the overnight radio.
Tonya let Emma fill out the lawn mower chance and drop it in the large box on the table in front of Dave Day. She stood off to the side deciding that she was too shy and embarrassed to actually talk to Dave Day in person but just as Emma returned to her side, Dave glanced over and saw the two standing there.
"You must be Tonya!" Dave said with a smile.
Tonya couldn't believe that Dave figured out who she was so quickly and easily. She was also intrigued that she found his voice to be just as enthralling even if he wasn't using his 'radio' tone.
"How could you possibly know that?" She asked with surprised.
Dave laughed and pointed his finger to his temple. "I'm not as dumb as I look."
Emma laughed and Tonya smiled.
"This is my daughter, Emma," Tonya said, introducing her daughter to the radio personality.
"Well, hello there Emma!" Dave grinned, taking her hand in his. "How are you today?"
"I'm good," Emma reported.
"And how's your mom?"
Emma laughed. "She's good too."
"I'm glad," Dave replied, giving Tonya a smile. "It's nice to put a face to the voice."
"Likewise," Tonya replied politely.
"And if I'm not mistaken, today is pizza day with your grandparents, right Emma?" Dave asked.
"Right!" An impressed Emma replied. "You want to come?"
She said it before Tonya could react and she quickly blushed.
"Oh, Emma, I'm sure Mr. Day has better things to do with his valuable time," the red faced Tonya said quickly.
Dave laughed with delight. "I'm sure I could fit you two into my busy schedule."
"Really?" Tonya asked with surprise. "You'd want to come for pizza?"
"Didn't I say so on the radio that night?" Dave grinned.
"I just thought you were filling air time," Tonya admitted.
Dave laughed. "You said you'd love to have me!" He recalled.
Tonya turned even redder. "I did?"
"We always have lots of pizza, Mommy," Emma pointed out.
"We do," Tonya admitted sheepishly.
Dave grabbed a piece of paper from the table and handed it to Tonya along with a pen. "Write down the address and your phone number," he instructed. "What time should I be there?"
"Five o'clock," a dazed Tonya replied, not quite believing any of this was happening.
"I'll see you then," Dave said. "Sorry, but I gotta go. I'm on the air in again in a few minutes."
"Can we watch, Mommy?" Emma asked.
"Yes, sweetie," Tonya replied and they stood and watched Dave Day All Night do his remote on air phone in from under the tent, using his 'radio voice' to create added drama and excitement.
"He's funny, Mommy," Emma decided. "I like him."
"I'm glad, sweetie," Tonya said, sucking in her breath as they walked to the car, wondering what in the heck she had gotten herself into. She looked back over her shoulder to see that Dave Day was waving goodbye to her with a wide smile on his face.
Tonya wasn't sure what she should tell her parents. 'Ma, Dad. Some guy from the radio is coming over for pizza'!? Would they think it's too quick to be seeing someone so soon after the divorce? It really wasn't a date, was it? She was surprised when her parents barely batted an eye on her announcement of a male guest for pizza.
Tonya napped for a few hours after her third shift and then enjoyed her day with Emma and her parents but as five o'clock grew closer she found herself become more nervous at the idea of Dave Day. She hadn't been on a date in fifteen years (even if this really wasn't a date) and she wasn't sure how she was supposed to act – or even wear.
She took a hot shower, allowing the relaxing water to caress her skin under the spray. She washed and conditioned her hair and shaved her legs, although she didn't think it necessary to worry about her pubic hair at this point. After fretting and pampering, she actually painted her toenails for the first time in forever. She settled on a pair of white shorts, a sleeveless yellow blouse and brown sandals for her wardrobe since the weather was still nice. She tied a sweater around her shoulders just in case the temperature cooled off.
Emma had gone with her grandfather to get the pizza when Dave Day pulled to the curb in front of the house preciously at 5:00. He was driving a neat red sports coupe. He emerged from the car carrying a six pack of coke and a six pack of Heiniken's.
"Oh God, it's him!" Tonya groaned, starting to panic.
Her heart was beating wildly as she watched him approach. "Breathe, you idiot," she said to herself. "It's just a guy."
"Hello, Tonya!" Dave Day said enthusiastically as he stepped onto the porch. "I couldn't remember if you said soda or beer that night on the radio so I brought both!"
"You didn't have to do that," Tonya replied, opening the door for him.
Tonya walked Dave into the dining room. Her mother stepped into the room from the kitchen.
"Mom, this is Dave Day, he does the all night show on the radio," Tonya said.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Day," Mrs. Mason said, taking his hand in hers.
"Please, call me Dave."
"Is that really your name?" Mrs. Mason wanted to know.
"Actually, it's Donald Damon, but the Dave Day moniker works better with the all night gig," Dave explained with a grin. "I've had more names than I can count in this business."
"Do you know Norton?" Mrs. Mason asked, referring to the morning show guy.
"Oh yeah," Dave confirmed. "Jim's a great guy. He's been around here forever, hasn't he?"
"I listen to him most mornings," Mrs. Mason said with a smile. "I like his show."
"You should listen to Dave Day All Night sometime, Mom," Tonya advised.
"I'm asleep at night, dear," Mrs. Mason pointed out and Dave laughed.
Emma and her grandfather came in through the back door and appeared in the dining room with the large pizza box. Tonya and her mom brought in some paper plates, forks and glasses while Dave introduced himself to Mr. Mason, whose eyes lit up when he saw the beer.
Tonya's nerves calmed down some as the group sat around the dining room table eating pizza. Dave told several radio stories, gave Mrs. Mason as much information he could on Norton on the Air (as Jim Norton's radio show was called), and made funny radio voices to entertain Emma.
By the time the pizza was eaten, Dave had successfully wooed young Emma and made a positive impression on Tonya's parents who seemed to like his sense of humor, talent, and personality. They had found her husband Steve to be a bit of stuff shirt and a bore.
"Would you like to go for a walk?" Tonya suggested once the table was cleared, hoping to have a chance to chat with Dave Day alone for the first time all day.
"That would be great," Dave replied and he followed Tonya out of the house.
"So, this is where you grew up," he commented as they stepped off the front porch.
"Yeah," Tonya replied. "It was a nice neighborhood to be a kid in."
"Your folks have a nice place," Dave said, glancing back at the stylish ranch.
"They built it before Danny was born," Tonya explained. "It's a nice house."
"It is," Dave agreed.
"So, do you have dinner with all your listeners?" Tonya wanted to know as they began walking down the street.
"Oh no," Dave insisted. "I usually keep a boundary wall up between me and the audience. It's all fun and games on the air but I know it's important to keep my personal life and my professional life separate."
She peered at him as if he was crazy. "So what are you doing having pizza with me?" She wanted to know.
"I don't know," he admitted with a frown on his face. "There was something about your voice the moment I heard it that first night you called in," he revealed. "And the way you talked to me. And then when I saw you this morning, I thought to myself, 'Wow'. So I broke all my rules and here I am. Sorry," he added sheepishly.
She stared at him with her mouth hanging open as they walked. She couldn't believe any of this but then she thought about how his voice made her feel when she first heard it.
"You know," she said with a sigh. "I was practically suicidal when I first came back," she admitted. "I was destroyed from the end of my marriage and I had no idea how I was going to get through any of this even with my parents help. I was a depressed mess. But then I started listening to you on the overnight and there was just something about your soothing voice and the way you said things that made me feel better."
She glanced at him and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm probably crazy."
"No, no, that's nice to hear," Dave said with an appreciative smile. "They're always talking about replacing me with a syndicated national show or taped music so I'm glad I'm still making a difference for those who are still tuning in." He gave her a look. "And I'm glad I made you feel better."
She smiled, feeling slightly embarrassed. "How long have you been on WGRN?"
"Seven years now," he replied. "First it was Dave Day Midday and then I went to nights after my divorce."
"Blue County is a nice place to live," Tonya said as they continued to walk.
"That's why you came back?"
"Where were you living before?"
"Outside of White River Junction, Vermont," she said. "My husband and I are both accountants. We met at Green College. He bought this huge farm house as an investment from his uncle's estate and we turned it into a Bread and Breakfast. I mostly ran it but he had an office in the converted barn and so we were together a lot of the time. I thought it was a great life. A great marriage. You can see how wonderful Emma is. I thought we had it all."
"But he didn't," Dave said.
"It turns out that he was a serial adulterer," a shamed Tonya revealed. "I only found out because he cheated on a woman he was cheating on me with and she told me what was going on after he dumped her. Our community wasn't that big so it was pretty humiliating to find out that my husband had slept with half the town."
"So you left."
"How could I possibly stay?" Tonya sighed. "We're trying to sell the farm house but with the economy sucking it's kind of hard."
"I'm sorry that happened to you."
"Me too," Tonya replied. "But as you said on the radio, maybe it's a chance for me to do something different now."
But she felt embarrassed and humiliated letting Dave Day All Night know that she was a loser who couldn't keep her husband sexually satisfied and suddenly she wanted to run away from him or burst out crying. Instead, she changed the subject and made comments about the houses they passed as they finished walking around the block.
They returned to her house and Dave started for his car.
"I'm exhausted," he explained. "I've been up all day after working all night."
"Yeah, it's hard establishing a routine sleeping pattern on third shift," Tonya agreed. "Sometimes I have to stay up for a dentist appointment or school activity and I like being up when Emma gets home from school. And on the weekends its really messed up."
"Thanks for the pizza," Dave said sincerely. "I had a nice time. Tell Emma goodnight for me."
"Sure," Tonya replied with a smile even though she knew she was getting the brush off.
"See you on the radio," Dave grinned before climbing into the car.
"Yeah, see you on the radio," she sighed as he disappeared into the vehicle.
He waved and she waved and she watched the car speed off out of her life. She had LOSER stamped on her forehead and she didn't blame Dave Day All Night for getting the hell out of there as fast as he could.
She felt crushed and defeated as she slowly walked into the house.
Tonya continued listening to Dave Day All Night working third shift but she didn't call in. What was there to say? She still found Dave's voice soothing and comforting but there was no point pushing the fantasy. Dave himself said he never mixed business with pleasure and if he was going to get involved with one of his listeners choosing a loser like her was most unlikely. Tonya felt herself sliding back into the same blue funk she had been feeling when she first returned to Hillsboro. Her life was a mess and Dave Day knew it.
Several weeks passed and Tonya had almost forgotten about Dave Day outside of the radio world when her cell went off just as she finished her shift.
"Tonya! It's Dave Day!"
"Oh," she said with surprise, stunned that he was calling. "Uh, hello."
"How come you haven't called into the show?" He wondered. "I told Sondra to patch you in high priority."
"I don't know," she mumbled, feeling embarrassed.
"Anyway," he said, apparently willing to forgive her for her absence. "I'm doing a Serguci League game tonight and I was wondering if you'd want to join me in the booth."
"Really?" She asked, surprised by the invite.
"It'll be fun!" He said. "We'll even mike you up!"
"I don't know, Dave…"
Dave Day was saying 'please' to her!?
"You're serious?" She asked, feeling her heart begin to skip.
"Of course! Meet me at Beano Field around six. You can help set up. Just tell Harold at the front gate you're part of the radio broadcast."
"Okay," she agreed, a smile lighting her face for the first time in weeks. "Thanks for asking me, Dave."
"See you then."
The line went dead and Tonya practically skipped to her car.
She got home in time to see Emma off for school, had a quick breakfast and then went to bed, getting up in time to greet Emma when she got home for school and helping her with her homework. Tonya told her mom that she had a commitment that evening so they ate dinner earlier than usual and she urged her folks to tune into the Serguci League game on the radio that night. Her parents were still big fans even though it had been twenty years since their son played.
Tonya rushed upstairs and put on a pair of designer jeans, sneakers, and a casual pull over sweater. It was early June but the nights still cooled off quickly.
She arrived at Beano Field trying to remember the last time she had seen a game there. It had to be one of Danny's last ones because she didn't go back once he was done playing.
"Dave Day invited me," she told Harold at the front gate, a short older gentleman with balding hair.
"Go right in, Miss," he said.
Tonya remembered where the radio guys set up – high in the seats behind home plate. Dave Day was already there with a couple of suitcase looking machines and switchboards that he was setting up.
"Tonya!" He smiled when he saw her walking up the steps in the stands. "Thanks for coming!"
He gave her a quick run down on the set up. Basically, he was a one man show – they used a telephone line to the station to broadcast the game with an engineer there doing the commercials.
"We communicate through the headsets," he said, pointing to a couple on the broadcast bench. "I'll do the play by play and color as usual but I'll let folks know you're here and I'll ask you for your input once in a while, okay?"
"What am I supposed to say?" Tonya wondered.
"Whatever comes to your mind," he answered. "Just keep it clean. We don't want the audience to be bored. People tune in when they can't get to the park because their son or nephew or brother or friend is on one of the teams and they want to hear their name on the radio."
"Okay," Tonya replied.
"You can handle the stat sheets," he said, handing her a folder. "If I ask you a question about some guy's career batting average or something, just refer to the stat sheets, okay?"
"We have some time before we go on the air," he said. "You want a dog or something?" He gestured toward the concession stand down the left field line.
"No, I already ate."
"Pizza?" He joked
He laughed as he took a seat and grabbed a swig of water from his water bottle. "I've missed you," he said.
She blushed, surprised at his revelation as she took a seat next to him.
"Didn't I send you running for the high country that night?"
He looked at her with surprise. "What are you talking about?"
"Nothing," she mumbled.
"How come you didn't call into the show?" He asked again.
"I didn't know what to say," she admitted.
He studied her for a long moment. "You think too much," he decided.
She smiled. "Maybe I do."
They watched as the ball park slowly began to attract spectators. A hundred people in the place was a good night and they probably had that on this night by the time Dave put on his head set and started talking to Chris back at the station. Tonya watched the two teams warm up – the Sunrise Lake Lions were hosting the Miller City Mudhens on this night – and she smiled at the memories of the past.
"How come you do these games?" She asked Dave.
"Honey, this is about as American as you can get," he answered with a smile. "I know it's just a local amateur league and hardly anybody tunes in but its still baseball in its purest form and doing play by play on the radio in any ball park is both a thrill and an honor."
She glanced at him and smiled, impressed by his excitement and contentment as he glanced around the field.
"I never get tired of this," he said.
Air time arrived and Dave Day began his broadcast.
"Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen and welcome to Beano Field for another great Serguci League game. Tonight the Miller City Mudhens, 2-2 on the young season, take on the winless Sunrise Lake Lions. Thanks to our sponsors as always and to you for tuning in. Tonight I'm joined by my good friend Tonya Mason who will be helping me out. Tonya's brother Dog Ward played for the Hilltop Browns and was on the field when the Browns beat the Giants in that historic 33-10 season many years ago. Hello, Tonya."
"Good evening, Dave, and thanks for having me along side. Beano Field is as close to paradise as it gets."
It was one of the best nights of Tonya's life. She loved listening to Dave broadcast the game and watching it unfold as he described it. She was happy providing information when prompted and adding observations when asked. She was surprised at how easily she spoke and how excited she was as the game went along. By the seventh inning, she had found her grove and she was smoothly working with Dave without speaking over him or making him miss a play.
The Mudhens ended up winning 5-4 even though the Lions had two men on in the bottom of the ninth and Tonya's final comment on the broadcast was "Wow! What a game!"
Dave turned to her and grinned after he signed off.
"You were terrific!" He exclaimed.
"That was fun!" She marveled.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it!"
"Thanks for letting me do it."
"I really wanted to see you again," he revealed.
"Why?" She wanted to know, looking at him seriously.
"Because I really like you," he replied.
They stared at each other for a long moment before Dave stood and began to pack up the equipment. He glanced at his watch when he was done. "I'm on the air in a couple of hours," he sighed. "You going home before heading to work?"
"Emma's already asleep so I don't have too," she said.
"Wanna have a quick drink at The Bullpen?" He asked, pointing to the tavern in the old warehouse down the right field line.
"Help me lug this stuff to the car first," he requested, handing her one of the smaller cases.
She took the case and followed him down the steps and out of the park, saying goodnight to Harold as they passed. Dave put the equipment in the trunk of his car and then walked Tonya to The Bullpen Tavern.
"I'm not very good at this," Tonya admitted as they reached the door of the establishment.
"Having a drink?"
"Going out with a guy."
"We're not going out exactly," he grinned. "We're celebrating a great broadcast!"
She smiled as he opened the door for him and they found a booth. Dave ordered a beer and Tonya went with a soda knowing she shouldn't be drinking before going on shift as it would surely make her tired.
"I'm not very good at this either," Dave told her.
"How long have you been divorced?"
"Almost three years," he said. "Took me a long time before I could even look at another woman."
"Divorce is misery," Tonya sighed.
"Well, there are some marriages that need to end. Abusive and loveless marriages but I agree that divorce sucks," he said.
"Divorce means failure," Tonya said. "It can have devastating effects on children."
"Emma seems to be holding up pretty well."
"Thank God for my parents," Tonya replied. "I don't know what I'd be doing without their help."
Dave nodded with understanding.
"Do you ever see your ex?" Tonya wondered.
He shook his head no. "She's with someone else now. No kids so no reason."
"I have my father drop Emma off at the half way point in Bellows Falls when it's his weekend," Tonya revealed. "I can't face him without wanting to kill him."
She nodded affirmatively. "I know that's not fair to Emma but I can't help the way I feel."
"I understand," Dave said.
"See, when there are no kids involved, you break up with somebody and you move on, like you," Tonya said. "You don't have to talk to her. You heal. You get better.
And when you run into her, you feel great about yourself and she no longer affects you in such a painful way."
"I guess," Dave agreed. "I still have my sadness about it though."
"But when you have a child with the bastard you have to deal with him on an almost everyday basis," she groaned. "There are phone calls, e-mails, fights, ongoing legal disputes. It's a nightmare."
"I'm sorry," Dave let her know with sympathy.
"It's ongoing and never ending and I don't get that time to heal," she complained. "I have to be in contact with him even though I no longer want to be in contact with him. He's the last person I want to talk to after what he did to me. I want to heal. I want to feel like myself again. I want to meet new people. And I don't want to be reminded of the mistakes and pains of my failed marriage every time I have to deal with him."
"I think having your father's intervention is a good idea," Dave offered.
"I feel so guilty," Tonya sighed. "About getting my father involved. About having issues with Emma's father."
"You're doing the best you can," Dave observed. "You should be working on yourself and healing."
"Tonight was fun," she smiled.
"It was," he agreed happily.
He finished his beer and walked her to her car.
"Can I see you again?" Dave asked hopefully.
"Are you sure you want to?" She asked with a frown.
"Yes," he answered quickly. "Can I call you?"
"Okay," she agreed before climbing into the car. "Thanks, Dave."
"Thank you, Tonya," he smiled.
Dave Day did call again and they went out together several times, sometimes for breakfast after shift (and seeing Emma off on the bus). They took Emma bowling and to a Serguci League game where she gladly played on the playground down the left field line.
"Just like her mother," Tonya laughed.
Tonya invited Dave over for home made pizza one Sunday afternoon and she called into the radio show on a regular basis although they made no reference about their budding friendship while on the air.
"The audience doesn't need to know that," Dave explained.
The friendship was innocent and simple with no pressures or expectations. Goodnights consisted of kisses on the cheeks and not much else. Tonya wondered if they'd be taking it slow forever.
One morning she walked out of the Super 8 to find Dave waiting for her.
"Can I see Emma off to summer camp with you this morning?" He requested.
Dave followed her home in his car and watched with Tonya as Emma climbed onto the camp bus, waving happily after them.
"Want to do breakfast?" Dave asked once the bus was gone.
"Sure," Tonya agreed.
She got into his car and he drove her to his townhouse a few miles away.
"Breakfast here?" She asked with surprise as he led her into his residence.
"I'm a good cook," he replied.
He made them bacon and eggs with orange juice and they ate on the back patio.
"I should get home and get some sleep before Emma gets back from day camp," Tonya said when they were done with the dishes after eating.
"Why don't you nap here?" Dave suggested.
Finally, she thought to herself. Some sort of move. Some sort of indication that he was interested in her. Her heart beat increased and she was flattered by his invitation.
"I could use a shower," she said. "The sun got me kind of sweaty."
"Go ahead," he said, showing her to the bathroom and where the towels were.
She closed the door behind her and he heard the shower running as he went into the bedroom and took a seat on the foot of the bed to wait for her. He was surprised when she came out wearing nothing but a towel. He started to say something but then he grinned.
Tonya smiled and slowly reached her hand up as she stood in front of him, losing the towel from above her breasts and allowing the towel to fall to the floor. Their eyes met and Dave smiled.
"I'm overwhelmed by your awesomeness," he told her.
"God I am so embarrassed!" She realized.
"Don't be," he said soothingly as he stood from the bed and put his hands on her arms while continuing to give her an intense stare. "You're beautiful."
She felt her nipples harden in the cool air. She hadn't felt desirable or wanted in years but she saw the look of lust on Dave's face and she couldn't help but smile with satisfaction and relief.
Tonya lifted her arms up and placed her hands on his chest, pushing Dave onto the bed. She straddled his legs and eased herself onto his lap. He ran his hands along her arms with a longing look on his face.
"I've wanted to do this for the longest time," he told her.
"I know," she purred.
"I want to kiss you," he whispered softly.
"So what's stopping you?" She whispered back.
Tonya moaned as a flood of arousal electrocuted her body when his lips found hers and his hands made their way down to her bare rump. She turned his soft loving kiss into a hot deep passionate one and soon his hands were exploring her skin and body, brushing through her hair, touching her nipples, and gladly rubbing her rear as they both struggled to find their breaths.
Tonya helped him get undressed and soon they were both naked. She saw his hard manhood pleading for satisfaction as they kissed and cuddled, having fallen back on the bed, side by side, his fingers exploring her entrance while passionately kissing her.
"Talk to me," she pleaded.
"What?" Dave asked with confusion.
"Your voice," she practically sobbed. "I want to hear your voice."
"I think you're wonderful," he said as he caressed her body.
"I've wanted you for so long," she revealed, her eyes watering up.
"You have me," he assured her as he kissed her.
"Keep talking," she pleaded.
"You want a play by play while we make love?" He asked with surprise.
"Yes," she sobbed. "Your voice has saved me."
And so he did and his voice soothed and excited her as they made love. Tonya nearly passed out from her resulting orgasm, stunned that she could feel so free and sexual once again. She grasped and moaned and cried and laughed as he made love to her and talked to her and when it was over, he fell off of her and she rolled on top of him and stared into his eyes.
"Keep talking," she begged as they both struggled to catch their breaths again.
"I think everything has been said and done, sweets," Dave laughed.
"Do you think I'm crazy?" She worried. "For wanting to hear your voice?"
"Even during sex?" Dave raised his eyebrows.
"Your voice is such a turn on for me," she explained. "It is your voice that made me feel again. Made me care again."
"I'm glad," he whispered, kissing her on the forehead. "We should try to get some sleep now."
"Even after all this time I still can't used to sleeping with it light outside," she sighed as she rested her head on his chest.
"The shades are drawn," he pointed out.
"It's still not totally dark," she said.
"The better to see you naked," he grinned.
She giggled with approval. "Emma gets home at four," she let him know.
"We'll be there waiting for her," he promised.
"My God," Tonya sighed with contentment. "Your voice."