Hell, Tim, look, you know I don't like Andrea . . . It's got to be someone who knows you and knows your schedule. Hell, even the worst dregs from the office couldn't come near you. It was like she was spitting flames. And don't forget to call now if you'd like to come up and take a look at this fabulous time-share property.
Prime weeks are still available . . . .
Tim shook himself and realized that the had fogged out during the first message. Before he could rewind the tape, there was a beep and the second message began. I thought I'd let you hear my voice for a change. Tim stared at the machine and concentrated on recognizing the voice. It sounded rusty, but familiar.