When it opened, she saw Jon's mother, arms crossed beneath her breasts, looking very stern.
"Karyn, you'd better come in," she stated, the matter-of-fact tone in her voice told the girl that she shouldn't argue.
"Yes ma'am," she replied, suddenly feeling like she'd done something wrong. She hadn't, had she? Karyn was only concerned for her friend, but now it seemed that something else was happening.
"Jon!" Mrs. Madison bellowed, "Get your butt down here. Now!"
There was the sound of dishes being placed on the counter, a lid covering a pot, then a shuffling sound coming from the kitchen. Soon Jon had entered the landing, but not the Jon that Karyn had expected.
He had a sick look on his face, a mixture of horror and humiliation, as he stared at his friend who had just entered the house. Karyn only briefly registered the look. Her focus was on other things. First, the make-up, then the pink painted nails, then the low-rise jeans he wore with the obvious pink g-strink showing above the waist, then white baby-t that hinted at the hue of the pink bra he wore underneath.
Her friend was dressed like a girl.
Before she could say anything, Jon's mother started up.
"What did I tell you, young man? Well?"
Jon looked afraid. "Uh, to be careful doing the dishes?" he attempted.
"No! I said that you were not to invite anyone over before you were done your chores! And what do we have here?" she pointed and Karyn.
"Um, it's Karyn, mom," his voice was getting very small, and his shadowed eyes were downcast.
"That's right! Karyn, I'm sorry that you had to see this, but our little boy here has some problems with discipline! I try and I try, but no matter what he always seems to find a way to disappoint me. Well Jon, I think I've been to lenient with you. If this is the game you want to play, trying to sneak in your friends behind my back, then we're going to have to up your punishment."
"But mom!" Jon whined. Karyn was too shocked to act.
"No buts, mister! Since you're so disobedient, from now on you...
