any broadcasting before?”
“We’ve both done modeling and other public appearances, and Cassie did a commercial for Reiner Automotive, but neither of us has ever done anything like this,” Ginger replied. “You know—radio, talk show, open format.”
“I’m sorry I won’t get to hear you girls on an ongoing basis. This show has promise. But Topeka calls. It may not be the big time , but it’s bigger than Indian Springs.”
“What isn’t?” said Ginger with a laugh,
“Who’s your replacement?” Cassie asked.
“They hired some guy named Todd, Todd Corwyn. I haven’t met him. Okay, we’re coming back in twenty seconds, and you’ve got callers on lines one and two—are you ready?”
The rest of the show went fine. The fact that they had callers assured Ginger and Cassie that they really did have an audience. The two hours zoomed by. It seemed they had barely introduced themselves when Jack’s voice in their ears warned, “Two minutes. Wrap up.”
“We’ll be back tomorrow—and every day Monday through Friday—at the same time,” Ginger chirped. “Don’t miss us.”
“We’ll be waiting for you—right here on WAAA-AM,” Cassie added. “Till tomorrow!”
Jack signaled that they were off the air. Both girls removed their headphones. “Good show!” he told them enthusiastically. “I’m sorry I won’t be around to hear your shows from now on. But Topeka is waiting for me with open arms.”
“Good luck with your new job,” both Cassie and Ginger chorused.
“Good luck with your show,” Jack responded.
“We did it! Our first show! We’re not virgins anymore,” Ginger said to Cassie.
Cassie winked at her. “I haven’t been a virgin since that night after the football game in my senior year.”
“ Broadcast virgins, smartass!” Ginger playfully smacked her friend’s butt. They stood up, stretched, and gathered up their notes. “Want to go celebrate? Hot fudge sundaes at Taylor’s Treats? It’s on me.”
“Sounds tempting, but I have a date tonight, and I’m cooking dinner for him. I need to get home to my kitchen.”
“I really should get back to my real estate work,” Ginger said, her voice tinged with regret. “Who’s your date with?”
“Donté.” Her voice carried no enthusiasm.
“He’s a nice guy. What’s wrong with him?”
“I don’t know. Nothing, I guess. There’s no spark, though. We’ve seen each other four times now, and I just don’t feel anything.”
“Is he a dud in bed?”
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve barely let him kiss me. I think if tonight is more of the same, that’ll be our last date. What’s the point?”
“Are you sure you’ve given him a fair chance?”
“Yes, and it just isn’t there. He’s a nice guy, but—he’s just not special.”
“Well…you know best.”
“Yes, I do!” Cassie said with a firm voice.
The next day, Ginger arrived at the radio station before Cassie, who hurried into the studio to find her broadcasting partner already at the not-yet-live mike and an unfamiliar face in the engineer’s booth. Cassie slipped her earphones on and heard, “Hi. You must be Cassie. I’ve already made the acquaintance of your partner.”
“And you must be Todd,” Cassie replied.
“Guilty as charged,” Todd said with a wink through the glass partition.
“So, how did last night go?” Ginger asked Cassie. “Did you give Donté another chance after all?”
“Nope. He’s out the door.”
“I hope you served him dinner first?”
“Of course.”
“What did you cook?”
“Chicken marsala, scalloped potatoes, and a salad. And my regrets for dessert.”
“Sounds like somebody got dumped last night,” observed Todd.
“You win the grand prize!” Cassie answered with a laugh.
“What was his offense?” Todd asked.
“No offense. He’s a nice enough guy. There just wasn’t any spark. When it’s not right, what’s the point?”
“I hear you,” Todd said, nodding his head vigorously till
“We’ve both done modeling and other public appearances, and Cassie did a commercial for Reiner Automotive, but neither of us has ever done anything like this,” Ginger replied. “You know—radio, talk show, open format.”
“I’m sorry I won’t get to hear you girls on an ongoing basis. This show has promise. But Topeka calls. It may not be the big time , but it’s bigger than Indian Springs.”
“What isn’t?” said Ginger with a laugh,
“Who’s your replacement?” Cassie asked.
“They hired some guy named Todd, Todd Corwyn. I haven’t met him. Okay, we’re coming back in twenty seconds, and you’ve got callers on lines one and two—are you ready?”
The rest of the show went fine. The fact that they had callers assured Ginger and Cassie that they really did have an audience. The two hours zoomed by. It seemed they had barely introduced themselves when Jack’s voice in their ears warned, “Two minutes. Wrap up.”
“We’ll be back tomorrow—and every day Monday through Friday—at the same time,” Ginger chirped. “Don’t miss us.”
“We’ll be waiting for you—right here on WAAA-AM,” Cassie added. “Till tomorrow!”
Jack signaled that they were off the air. Both girls removed their headphones. “Good show!” he told them enthusiastically. “I’m sorry I won’t be around to hear your shows from now on. But Topeka is waiting for me with open arms.”
“Good luck with your new job,” both Cassie and Ginger chorused.
“Good luck with your show,” Jack responded.
“We did it! Our first show! We’re not virgins anymore,” Ginger said to Cassie.
Cassie winked at her. “I haven’t been a virgin since that night after the football game in my senior year.”
“ Broadcast virgins, smartass!” Ginger playfully smacked her friend’s butt. They stood up, stretched, and gathered up their notes. “Want to go celebrate? Hot fudge sundaes at Taylor’s Treats? It’s on me.”
“Sounds tempting, but I have a date tonight, and I’m cooking dinner for him. I need to get home to my kitchen.”
“I really should get back to my real estate work,” Ginger said, her voice tinged with regret. “Who’s your date with?”
“Donté.” Her voice carried no enthusiasm.
“He’s a nice guy. What’s wrong with him?”
“I don’t know. Nothing, I guess. There’s no spark, though. We’ve seen each other four times now, and I just don’t feel anything.”
“Is he a dud in bed?”
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve barely let him kiss me. I think if tonight is more of the same, that’ll be our last date. What’s the point?”
“Are you sure you’ve given him a fair chance?”
“Yes, and it just isn’t there. He’s a nice guy, but—he’s just not special.”
“Well…you know best.”
“Yes, I do!” Cassie said with a firm voice.
The next day, Ginger arrived at the radio station before Cassie, who hurried into the studio to find her broadcasting partner already at the not-yet-live mike and an unfamiliar face in the engineer’s booth. Cassie slipped her earphones on and heard, “Hi. You must be Cassie. I’ve already made the acquaintance of your partner.”
“And you must be Todd,” Cassie replied.
“Guilty as charged,” Todd said with a wink through the glass partition.
“So, how did last night go?” Ginger asked Cassie. “Did you give Donté another chance after all?”
“Nope. He’s out the door.”
“I hope you served him dinner first?”
“Of course.”
“What did you cook?”
“Chicken marsala, scalloped potatoes, and a salad. And my regrets for dessert.”
“Sounds like somebody got dumped last night,” observed Todd.
“You win the grand prize!” Cassie answered with a laugh.
“What was his offense?” Todd asked.
“No offense. He’s a nice enough guy. There just wasn’t any spark. When it’s not right, what’s the point?”
“I hear you,” Todd said, nodding his head vigorously till
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