Spillt Ink

"He sent me this picture of a cock with hearts tattooed around it.  Who wants to see this crap."  His voice was loud and his tone was disgusted. He began punching buttons on his cell phone.

"Damn," she said from across the room, "You should have sent it to me."

"Too bad, Kay," he said, "I've already erased it.  Besides, I don't have your number."

Kay laughed, a single laugh, and, then, cited a six digit number.   All the men in the room brought out their cell phones and began pressing buttons.