I'm Not The First One

I met him at work. After a while I was living in his house. I knew I wasn't the only one, and certainly not the first. One night he started talking, naming them off.

The 14 year old classmate of his cousin, he was 16. She was his first.

Then a whore.

Then a cutie who worked at a hotel.

Then a hitchhiker

Then a college student, another college student, another college student.

In all eleven college students.

His trainer in his first job out of college. Then a girl in accounting, then a girl in marketing.

Then me. Those are the ones he remembers.

Now its me. I imagine its not only me.