Karyn was not happy. Of all the places for Jon to ask her to meet her, this little eatery was the worst one possible. Even the name, 'Titters', was incredibly sexist. All the waitresses here might as well be strippers, in her opinion. Big breasts, low tops, short skirts. The waitress that Jon was talking to as he pretended to look at the menu, was bent over the table, giving Jon a view, Karyn was pretty sure, of her belly button.
After Jon had ordered a plate of fries for them to share, Karyn spoke up.
"Okay Jon, try it out. I didn't come all this way, to this sleezy place, just for fun. If you're going to try the pencil, do it!"
Jon looked at her with a quizzical look. "You mean you don't..." his voice trailed off. He seemed to be thinking about something. Thinking and grinning.
"I don't what? Like coming here? Jeez, Jon, what woman would? This place is a sleeze-hole! I mean," she lowered her voice, "look at these sluts! Why would any self respecting woman work here?"
Jon's self satisfied grin was unnerving. It was as if he knew something she didn't, although for the life of her she couldn't figure out what it could be.
"Don't worry, Karyn, just let me try the pencil," he pulled it out of his jacket pocket and began to write on his napkin, "and we'll see what this thing can do."
