Wrong number

Joanne had John's phone now, and he was never getting it back

The phone range twice before she answered.
"Hi, is John there," said a male voice.
"No," she replied, "this isn't John's number anymore."
"Oh, I see. Do you have his new number? I've been trying to get hold of him for weeks."
"No, I'm sorry I don't. John isn't here anymore."
No, she thought to herself as she hung up the phone. John isn't anywhere anymore. Now there is only Joanne. Now there is only the young woman enjoying the sunshine in her short black skirt, black pantyhose and heels, white silk top and fashionable jacket. Now there is only the chic-looking woman drawing admiring glances from men as they pass and smiles from the women.
Joanne crossed her legs just for the sake of feeling the pantyhose against her smooth skin, and then tossed her head to swing her long hair.
No, she thought to herself. John is gone and he is never coming back...