'No Jim. I'm not telling you the names of all my ex-lovers. You know I love you, want you. Why do you care about the past so much? John sighed, throwing himself onto the cream sofa.
'I don't care. I'm just interested. Background, medical history, you know. Oh go on John, please.
John's fight was almost over, howver hard he tried, when Jim began to plead, he won. Always.
'Fuck sake, fine. Fetch me paper and a pen?' he sighed, smiling at how pushy his lover was sometimes.
Jim threw his hands in the air in triumph, and rushed out of the room, returning seconds later with what was asked for.
As John wrote down five names, Jim sighed with relief. His track record wasn't as bad as he thou… John began to write again. 6 more names. 'Ok' Jim thought. Not too bad. I can deal with that….
These thoughts kept being interrupted as John wrote down a mass of names, pausing between them for long enough for Jim to think again, only for him to sigh, and continue to write more.
After half an hour of this, Jim was less than happy.
'You have got to be kidding, John' as he reached for his third piece of paper.
'You asked babe, you were warned' he winked in response, finally finishing, folding the paper and handing it over.
'I'm just gonna…' Jim started before being distracted as he counted the amount of people.
1..2…3….
'…73 JOHN?!' Jim screamed as he flew from the sofa to grab his phone.
Before John could stop him, he'd sent a text, and as John prised the phone from his bony fingers, it dawned on him what this had all been for.
Jim grinned and rushed out of the room, and into the car that was waiting in the drive for him.
John tried to run after it but gave up, screaming 'JIM YOU CAN'T KILL THEM ALL!', but knowing his efforts were completely pointless.