Karen watched as Jon turned and headed to the door, wearing white sneakers with his socks pushed down, his long smooth legs leading to his short, tight orange shorts, and his tight, belly revealing tank top.
"JON!" she cried out. Jon stopped at the door and turned to look at her, with impatience on his face.
"What, Karen?" he spat.
"Jon, you... you're just going... like that?" she asked, nervously.
"Uh, Yeah." He said annoyed. "Why wouldn't I? It's my uniform."
"But... you don't see anything wrong? Jon, Look at yourself." she said. Jon looked down at himself, with concentration.
"I don't know what you're talking about Karen, I'm going to be late." he said.
"Oh, Jon... Think really hard, about you... and about how you look right now." she said, trying to see if he could notice. And then suddenly Jon's eyes lit up, as if he had realized what Karen had done.
"Jesus, Karen... why would you do THAT?" he spat as he snatched the stone from her hands before she could react. "Now I hav to fix this..."
"No, Jon, wait." she said as she tried to stop him, but she was too late.
"I wish...."
