The old man was convinced that the neighborhood was being overrun with communists. not that I cared or anything, I mean I was pretty sure that I would have become a fascist or even a Taoist if I thought that it would have led me to the pot of gold that rested at the top of Janey Kaplan’s insanely long legs. I wasn’t particularly proud of it, but everything I did was designed to get me into her pants. That was all I lived for really, I mean I used to think that I was destined for something more, but I wasn’t. It didn’t concern me much though, I mean the truth was it was the only thing that made me feel that I was truly free. I had no idea what the hell we were doing, but I knew that sometimes shit just happened, I mean at one point I actually believed that I would write some kind of masterpiece or something that would touch the very soul of humanity, but the reality was that I hadn’t written a damn thing worth reading. It seemed that the only thing that made it worth my while to get out of bed in the morning were the thoughts of Janey Kaplan’s ass. I didn’t plan for any of it to happen really, but I had absolutely no intention of stopping whatever it was that was going on between us. It brought an incredible sense of urgency that was usually accompanied by a fluttering heartbeat, and an erection that began long before I ever got near her. I could feel it crawling out of the primordial lust that had first enveloped me in my adolescence, leaving me unable to control its exuberance. I was sure that I was a prisoner to my urges and a slave to my libido, but man, how I wished it didn’t make me feel so fucking stupid.
The police cordoned off half the neighborhood one weekend after the city found a skeleton in the park behind our houses when they were trying to build a community centre. There were cops and guys in lab coats everywhere, tearing the neighborhood park to pieces as they tried to discover whose bones they now had in their possession. It was all pretty exciting really, and it was the first time I was ever alone with Janey Kaplan. She seemed more freaked out than she was interested, I mean she seemed genuinely upset and frightened and it felt like she wanted me to hug her. “I hope its me and not the bones out there that’s got you all hot and bothered.” she said holding me close. “Come along and let me see if I can get you to twist and shout.” Whatever she did, I would have given up a kidney to have her do it again, I mean hell, I was fourteen years old and Janey Kaplan seemed to know everything almost anybody would ever need to know about getting laid.
The old man believed that the Kaplans were among the communists who were taking over the neighborhood, I mean the story of how old man Kaplan went out for a pack of cigarettes a few years back and never came home was all very mysterious and everything, and the rumors that he had been abducted by the KGB were still floating around. I was pretty sure that if he was abducted, it was more than likely by aliens. It seemed that shit like that happened all of the time back then, I mean nobody seemed to think too much about it, and there really wasn’t much of an investigation or anything. Anyway, I was at the Kaplan house a lot, which really concerned the old man, but made me feel that sacrificing myself so that Janey could continue to develop her skills was the proper and neighborly thing to do. And she really didn’t seem to mind, I mean she was always a more than willing participant in the dance without pants. We were pretty fucked up the afternoon the police came, I mean I don’t remember what we were on or anything, but Janey thought that she had one of those Bermuda Vaginas in which things just seemed to disappear. I was a bit worried at first, but once she took off her pants, I was willing to risk it all for even a short trip. The police had all kinds of questions to ask her about the bones that were discovered in the park. Janey said that she knew nothing, but the police didn’t seem to believe her. They took her down to the station for questioning, but I had a feeling that I would never be with her again. Someone said that the skeleton found at the park was what was left of old man Kaplan, and there was more than enough evidence to indict Janey. She was held in custody without bail, and charged with murder. I thought that I would have felt weird somehow, I mean I’d been sleeping with a suspected murderess and everything, but the only thing I noticed was my libido trying to come up with any kind of a plan to break her out. The trial didn’t last long. I mean they had old man Kaplan’s bones, and a pretty believable story to explain how they made it to the park. The Crown believed that Janey had killed him and after burying him in the park, report him missing. The defense proposed that old man Kaplan wandered off and got himself killed while he took a shortcut through the park that was often filled with junkies and assorted criminals at that time of night. He was robbed and killed, and buried out there in the park. Neither side raised the possibility of his abduction and subsequent murder by the KGB, or extraterrestrials. When it was over, Janey was sent to prison for twenty five years. I went up to visit her a couple of times, hoping for one of those conjugal visits, but the magic seemed to have left her vagina. She had been keeping herself amused with her cellmate, a former Walmart cashier who lost her fucking mind and began shooting at customers in the cash line at a store in suburban Newark. I suppose that they deserved each other, but I couldn’t help but wish that things had turned out differently. I’m not sure exactly what I expected, I mean Janey was old enough to be my mother, but man could she ever twist so fine.