It's not that I don't like Logy It's just I grew up on R/R sorry peeps

If have read some of my stories before you know I can't do accents. Sorry about that.

WANTED

Healthy white males18-30 with good SAT

Scores. Earn up to 500 dollars. Contact Rogue

Xavier for Details. (101) 555-1987.

"Hello?'

"Is this Rogue Xavier?"

"Yes it is."

"Awesome, dude, I'm calling about your ad in the paper."

"Oh, yes before you say anything else I have to tell you that the job is donating sperm."

"That is so cool! Trust me I'm your guy I have had so much practice. Especially since I moved in right across from this hot babe."

CLICK

"Hello?"

"Hey wassup? Hey Fuckers hold it down."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh I just talking to these bunch of shit heads. Hey Murray don't boggart that beer bong. So is this Rogue Xavier."

"Uh… um no! She… she.. she died."

"Whoa,"

"Yeah, she got hit by a Greyhound."

"A dog hit her?"

" Gotta go."

I hung up quickly Jubes walked though the door. She was carrying our Chinese take out.

"Hey sis have any luck?" Jubes asked after giving me a quick hug.

"Hell no."

"I hate to say this," she said in that voice

"Then don't."

"I told you so."

We sat down at the table and began eating.

"Have you heard from dad yet?" she asked me though a mouthful of rice.

"Yeah he called about an hour ago. I swear sometimes I think he is physic."

"Tell me about it. I still live with him sometimes it's down right creepy."

(ring)

"Ugh,"

(ring)

"Could you get that Jubes?"

(ring)

"Sure, hello?"

I sat listening to her end of the conversation.

"No this is her sister. Well the job entales donating your sperm. Uh yeah. No not for me for my sister. Absolutely no responsibility."

This looked promising.

"Ask about school, job anything."

She motioned me to get a pen and paper. She started to jot down information.

"Tell me about yourself. Job, schooling. Uh huh, really? Okay if your interested we could met somewhere. How bout Central Perk. It's a coffee shop. Alright see you there."

"Rogue you have got to read this. He's Cajun you know from Louisiana. He's 29, graduated high school, got a 1300 on his SATS."

"Well dose he have a job?"

"He works at a Harley Davidson store."

"That sounds good when do we meet him?"

"Tomorrow."

DUN, DUN, DA!