There were four Johns:
John A, B, C, and F.
They weren’t to ask
what happened to
D and E.

A came in
and got right down to it,
money on counter,
pants on floor,
naked bodies flopping
on the bed.

Panting, she said,
“you are to call me Jane B
and aren’t to ask
what happened to
Jane A or John D and E.”

He didn’t ask
and he lasted 5 minutes
and left with
chapped wrists.

B knocked the door lightly
and had on a
cashmere sweater
which was timidly
put on the back of a chair.

Gently, she said,
“you are to call me Jane B
and aren’t to ask
what happened to
Jane A or John D and E.”

He didn’t ask
and he only wanted
to be held
and left soon after.

C came in strong
his fists railing the door;
he stripped himself down
but before he could begin,
she said,

“You are to call me Jane B
and aren’t to ask
what happened to
Jane A or John D and E.”

He laughed in a grunt
and gave her the business,
which equated to about
15 grunting minutes.

In came F,
handsome, tall, and dapper,
with charismatic lips
that kissed both her hands.

“You are to call me Jane B
and aren’t to ask
what happened to
Jane A or John D and E.”

He smirked at her sweetly
and as he took off his coat
he wrapped her in his arms,
her body pressed against his.

“So, Jane B.
What ever came of
Jane A
and John D, John F?"

She gasped and
pushed him off.
He ripped her clothes off
until they were only shreds.

When John F woke
the next morning
he found Jane B
dead on the counter
where he left her.

12/16/2015

Posted on 12/16/2015
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