My first conscious encounter with the police, in which I knew something "bad" had happened, was over an obscene phone call. I think I was four.
My mother got very upset while holding our heavy black AT&T receiver to her ear.
A few minutes later, there was a pounding at the door, and man in an incredibly pocketed and weighty uniform came in. I remember being curious how his pants stayed up on his waist. My mom got more agitated over his arrival than she had over the phone conversation.
I was eye-level with his long flashlight and gun holster. Could he shine the flashlight into the holes on the phone earpiece and see who was calling?
All of this came to mind as I read one of my favorite stories from Best American Erotica 1999, "Three Obscene Telephone Calls" by Marian Phillips.
In Bed with Susie Bright: "Three Obscene Telephone Calls"
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