‘Twas the 3rd of December at jk.com,
Jordan logged in to find everyone gone.
“Where could they be?” he thought scratching his head,
“It’s too late for coffee and much too early for bed…”
“Perhaps,” he exclaimed as he rose from his chair,
“They’re all in the chat—maybe I should go there!”
So he clicked on the button above the red lounge, then he entered the room and took a quick look around…
“I don’t understand,” he said looking around the chat, “There’s nobody here—wonder where they be at?”
Then he noticed a private message waiting for him. “This might be a clue!” Jordan said with a grin…
So he opened his message and found a brief letter. It read, “Don’t move a muscle—soon you’ll feel better.”
Then suddenly a sound came from his door—he jumped in his chair wondering what was in store.
“Hello?” he asked with his hand on the knob—afraid if he opened that he might get robbed.
“It’s us!” said a chorus of female voices. Suddenly Jordan had so many choices.
“I could open the door and let them come in—but what if they’re mad and punch my beautiful chin?”
“I could open the window and jump to the ground—but what if they have spies “lurking” around?”
Jordan knew that this was a problem—he’d call Miguel but didn’t want to involve him.
“They could be angry and want to attack—they’d hurt poor Miguel and I can’t have that.”
Suddenly the door creaked—then it sprang open. A group of girls charged and one tried to grope him.
“I don’t know you!” he said to the crowd. “You’re not my girls!!” he screamed really loud…
Then he did the only thing that he knew he could do—he called the Imp’s Club but he couldn’t get through.
He screamed incoherently into the answering machine—then waited to wake from this horrible dream…
Girls were on top, to the side and below—where were their hands? He just didn’t know.
Suddenly he heard a sound above his own screams—the sound of a whip!! What could it mean?
He started to cry as he closed his eyes tight—when he opened them up he felt high as a kite.
For there before him were his girls come at last—he ran to them and just had to ask,
“How did you know I would need you tonight?”
“You sexy fool,” someone said, “your mind isn’t right.”
“You PM’d us Jordan,” said Moka with her whip. “You said you needed us because you were sick.”
“I did?” Jordan asked as he tried to remember, “You’re a little late—that was last December.”
“Well it took us awhile,” began foxxxy looking swell, “we all got hungry so we stopped by ‘the Bell’”
“Yeah,” said Ava with a cock of her head, “would you rather we showed up unannounced and un-fed?”
“Well,” began Jordan with a shrug of his shoulders, “if you’d have come sooner you’d a had what I ordered.”
“Pork chops again?” JdotRo said with a sigh.
“What’s wrong with pork chops?” Jordan asked giving her the evil eye.
“Well it appears as though you are no longer ill,” said Mi2 handing him a blue pill.
“So what is this for?” Jordan said a little confused.
“It’s for your “little” problem—it will help keep you amused.”
“But won’t you all stay? Oh please please don’t go—I need your protection—I can put on a show.”
“Oh please!” Cried Oz_Angel…we’ve had enough of that…and although we liked the single—we want our money back.”
“What’s that?” Jordan asked with his jaw on the floor. Then he watched in awe as they walked out the door.
“Why are you leaving? How can you desert me?”
“It’s easy,” said Sol as she sipped on her Slurpee.
“Please do not go—I’ll do anything just ask it!!”
“Ok,” they all said—put your sperm in this basket.
“We all want your babies!” one by one they did shout. “We’re all growing old waiting for your CD to come out.
“So we thought we would help to move things along. We’ll have your babies and they can sing your songs.”
“I don’t understand—don’t you want me to sing instead?”
“If we waited for you—we’d all be dead.”
“What if I promise to release it very soon?”
“How many times have we heard that from you?”
Jordan thought about this and looked down at the floor—he realized they were right and didn’t love him anymore.
“Don’t look so sad,” someone said to his right, “We’ll always love you because you’re Jordan Knight.”
Then the room filled with laughter as they laughed at the joke…he now understood and he felt like a dope.
“I’m sorry!!” he cried as they turned their backs to him. “OK—you were right—you all win!”
“Does this mean you’ll finally make our waiting come to an end?”
“I’ll record it tomorrow just for my friends!!!”
“Ok,” said the group as they gathered around. He smiled as they hugged him but then he heard a sound.
A creek from the door as it opened up wide—there stood a Stan—there was nowhere to hide.
Jordan screeched and flailed his arms—“They’re all out to get me and bring me great harm!”
“Shut up!” said his “real” fans as they slammed the door in Stan’s face.
Jordan stopped in his tracks and looked around the place.
“You really are my friends,” Jordan said with a sigh. Then a single tear fell from his eye.
And just as he thought that he was safe once more—there arose yet another sound at the door.
“What was that?” Jordan asked—voice barely a squeek. He stood in front of the peep hole to have himself a peek.
“It’s just some of the girls from the site—should I let them in?”
“Sure go ahead,” Moka said with a grin.
Jordan backed up to the door as they started to advance. “I don’t think I’m ready for this dance.”
As they got closer Jordan started to scream—then he woke in his bed—it was only a dream.