Christmas, 1996 (by BigBadJohnny)

Just a little speculation...

The highly exclusive and most high-priced parties are in the basement. it's nice. Lights, music, drinks are available. maybe some stronger things.

The welcomed guest tonight is a slight man, with an IQ to choke a horse. He's a school teacher, he loves children.

JBR is at her best; young, and alive. Everything is on the up and up and impeccable. She runs the music, she runs the lights. She's good with a group, but just as good with a single guest.

It's her job to preserve order. To dominate the room, and to assure that everyone is pleasant, mannerly, and nice.

With that end in mind, and childish as she may have been viewed, she earlier ran up to the kitchen, returning with the big, big kitchen knife in hand. She waves it, and displays it, and carries it around. She keeps the festivities in order.

Christmas is long forgotten.

The man is being friendly, and patient. He's drinking his drink.

JBN now runs up the stairs to the second floor this time, carrying the big kitchen knife. Good a time as any to "powder her nose".

A short time goes by. She returns looking lovely, and very energetic. She forgot about the knife, left it upstairs.

A few minutes, or hours, later, while the music plays, JBR is dead.

Maybe the Faux Snuff Video wasn't such a good idea after all.