Jon couldn't believe what he was doing. He knew that Sarah could be cruel, but this was ridiculous. His heels clicked as he walked down the hallway toward the stairs. Passing a mirror on his right, he paused and looked at his reflection. Definitely older than he was when he had visited Karyn, the woman that stared back at him would still easily be classified as a wet dream.
He recognized parts of her, borrowed from various movie stars, pop stars, all put together to form this sexy older woman. Well, older to Jon. She couldn't be a day over 30 from the way she looked.
He could hear the television downstairs. Some sports program from the sound of it. He closed his eyes and sighed, knowing what that meant. Sauntering more sexily than he intended, he placed one hand on the banister and made his way downstairs.
There was nobody to meet him down there, which he appreciated. He knew his luck would end soon, so he savored every moment that it was good. If his body would have let him sweat from the stress and fear, he'd be sweating buckets. Instead, though, Sarah had made sure the only things this body would secrete were mating pheremones. He had always dismissed Sarah and unintelligent. How much of a surprise to him when she pulled that one out of her hat.
Jon rounded the corner and stood in the archway looking into the living room. There, with his back to Jon, was Jon's father. Remote in hand, he was absorbed in the baseball game on the television.
Not for long, thought Jon with a grimace as he swayed his way into the room.
