"I wish Karyn wasn't getting dressed in her clothes, in my room," Jon whispered.
He hoped that she had magically disappeared from his room, as he went back in.
But what he saw instead was Karyn putting on his clothes.
"Karyn? What are you doing? Those are my clothes."
"Jon, you know perfectly well that we've been sharing clothes for years," she said, while putting on a pair of Jon's underwear.
