Charlotte

It’s simple really. There’s nothing

to it. I have a giant picture

window in my room that opens

up, and the screen comes out.

Pull them in,

shut the window,

leave the screen out.

Burn the incense,

strip down,

wait patiently.

You see, I don’t like to make the first move.

Especially not with a new “client.”

I wait, quietly to see just what they expect of me,

just how they like to play.

A quick glance over at

my nightstand reveals

the Bible. Suddenly, I’m

ashamed. This has never

happened before. Usually,

I place my Bible in the top

drawer before they come

over. Tonight I forgot. It

just slipped my mind. Oops.

Now what?

He looks at me;

He can see the

terrified look in

my eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I say.

Now I can’t wait to see

how he likes to spend

his time in the bedroom.

I have to act quickly if I

want to get it in, to keep

him entertained.

Grab him by the scruff

of the neck, push him

violently on to the bed.

The Bible will

not be ruining

anymore one night

stands for me.

God, please get out of my life.                          ….wait!