The Digital Surrender: A Phone Call in 35 Documents or Resistance to Fantasy.
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The scene: He (Marcus) is trying to save the “mood” over the phone, while she (Sybille) is destroying it with the precision of a jackhammer.
MARCUS: “Can you hear me breathing heavily? I’m so ready for you...”
SYBILLE: “That heavy breathing sounds more like your sleep apnea, honey. Are you taking your nasal spray?”
MARCUS: “Imagine me slowly slipping out of my boxers right now...”
SYBILLE: “Be careful not to get stuck in the elastic band again, like last Tuesday.”
MARCUS: “I’m naked now... just for you on the phone.”
SYBILLE: “Put some clothes on, Marcus. The heat’s on frost protection; you’ll get a urinary tract infection again right away.”
MARCUS: “I’m touching myself now and thinking only of your face...”
SYBILLE: “Hopefully you’re also thinking about our appointment with the tax advisor tomorrow. Bring the receipts.”
MARCUS: “Sybille, tell me... what are you wearing under your nightgown right now?”
SYBILLE: “A heating pad for my back pain and these old-fashioned panties made of pure cotton.”
MARCUS: “I’m imagining myself smearing honey on your lips...”
SYBILLE: “It’s sticky as hell and attracts ants. We had an infestation in the bedroom just last year.”
MARCUS: “I’m going to tie you to the bedposts virtually with my ties!”
SYBILLE: “Marcus, the bed creaks even when I just turn over. It’s going to break right under our butts.”
MARCUS: “Can you feel the electricity in the line? That’s pure passion!”
SYBILLE: “That’s a loose connection in the charging cable. The thing cost 20 euros and it’s no good.”
MARCUS: “I’m going to whisper my darkest fantasies into your ear now...”
SYBILLE: “Wait a sec, I have to take off my glasses first—they’re pressing on my nose when I’m on the phone.”
MARCUS: “I want to drive you wild tonight!”
SYBILLE: “The utility bill is enough for that—I don’t even need to pay for phone calls.”
MARCUS: “I’m going to lick the screen really slowly now, as if it were your skin...”
SYBILLE: “Yuck, Marcus! Do you know how many germs are on a cell phone like that? That’s unsanitary!”
MARCUS: “Oh God, Sybille... I’m so hard for you.”
SYBILLE: “The only thing hard here is the bread from the day before yesterday. Should I get you some fresh bread from the bakery tomorrow?”
MARCUS: “Imagine we’re in a luxury hotel… champagne, oysters, just the two of us…”
SYBILLE: “Oysters always give you heartburn. I still have Rennie in the nightstand.”
MARCUS: “I’m going to pull your straps down with my teeth right now...”
SYBILLE: “Be careful with your dentures. The last repair was expensive enough.”
MARCUS: “I want to kiss you everywhere it’s forbidden.”
SYBILLE: “Nothing’s forbidden here, at most it’s embarrassing if the neighbors hear it through the wall. ”
MARCUS: “I’m your stallion, ride me through the night!”
SYBILLE: “A stallion with a herniated disc? I’d like to see that, Marcus.”
MARCUS: “Imagine me running ice cubes over your hot curves...”
SYBILLE: “Ice cubes? I’m already freezing just listening to this! Better get me the hot water bottle.”
MARCUS: “I’m right up close to the mic now... can you hear my desire?”
SYBILLE: “I can tell you need to see the dentist again. You’re whistling when you say the ‘s’ sound.”
MARCUS: “I want to feel you now, Sybille! Now!”
SYBILLE: “Right now, all I can feel is that the dog needs to go out again. He’s staring at me so reproachfully.”
MARCUS: “I’m going to end this call and come over to your room...”
SYBILLE: “Leave the light in the hallway off; the bulb is expensive and I don’t want to get scared.”
MARCUS: “I’m a predator hunting its prey!”
SYBILLE: “You’re a retiree looking for his reading glasses. Give it a rest.”
MARCUS: “Say something dirty to me, Sybille… something really filthy!”
SYBILLE: “The bathroom. I really need to scrub the grout again.”
MARCUS: “I’m going to spoil you tonight until you scream my name!”
SYBILLE: “I’ll only scream your name if you use up all the hot water again.”
MARCUS: “I imagine us doing it in the elevator… really risky.”
SYBILLE: “The elevator gets stuck every other day. Do you really want to call the fire department while you’re not wearing any pants?”
MARCUS: “I’m your slave, I’ll do anything for you!”
SYBILLE: “Then take out the bulky trash tomorrow. That would be really erotic.”
MARCUS: “Do you hear how I’m moaning your name? Sybilleeee...”
SYBILLE: “Sounds more like an asthma attack. Should I get the inhaler?”
MARCUS: “I want to pour chocolate all over you and then...”
SYBILLE: “I’ll never get those stains out of the mattress. Artistic freedom or not.”
MARCUS: “I imagine we’re on a nude beach... pure freedom.”
SYBILLE: “And pure sunburn on parts that haven’t seen the light of day since 1985.”
MARCUS: “I want to be your wildest fantasy!”
SYBILLE: “My wildest fantasy is a pension increase that actually works.”
MARCUS: “Sybille, I’m about to… are you ready too?”
SYBILLE: “I’m about to beat this level in Candy Crush. Just a sec.”
MARCUS: “I’m imagining I’m a delivery guy bringing you a very special package...”
SYBILLE: “Hopefully not from Amazon again. We already have enough boxes in the basement.”
MARCUS: “I’m gently stroking the receiver right now... can you feel it?”
SYBILLE: “All I feel is earwax on the speaker. You should clean that thing.”
MARCUS: “The two of us, alone in the woods, on a blanket...”
SYBILLE: “Ticks, Marcus. Ticks everywhere. And my sciatica doesn’t like hard ground.”
MARCUS: “I’m giving myself completely to you... take me!”
SYBILLE: “I’ll have another sip of tea at most, and then my sleeping pill.”
MARCUS: “I’m imagining I’m a delivery person bringing you a very special package…”
SYBILLE: “Hopefully not with DHL—they’ll just leave it at the neighbor’s again, and I’ll have to go there tomorrow.”
MARCUS: “I’m gently stroking the receiver right now… can you feel it?”
SYBILLE: “All I can feel is that my battery’s about to die. Did you actually pack your charging cable when you left?”
MARCUS: “The two of us, alone in the woods, on a blanket… far away from here.”
SYBILLE: “Alone in the woods? There’s no cell service there, Marcus. We wouldn’t even be able to call for help if one of us fell down.”
MARCUS: “I’m giving myself completely to you… take me, at least virtually!”
SYBILLE: “I’m just going to pick up the remote now. The connection’s been crackling the whole time anyway.”
MARCUS: “Sybille... this is depressing. I’m sitting here naked in another city and you’re talking about cell service.”
SYBILLE: “That’s reality, Marcus. Hang up, get some sleep, and drive safely when you come here this weekend—and please bring Please bring me some nice chocolates from the airport—I’d give anything for them I’d pay a lot for some nice chocolates from the airport.”
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THE END.
MARCUS: “Sybille... I love you anyway.

















