Variation

"Hey, what are you writing?"
"It's just a test, but you can't look." When I was finished, I set the pad face down on the table with the pencil next to it. "Now, do you notice anything different?"
"Bout what Jonny-pooh?"
"About yourself, of course."
"Oh, you shouldn't have, sweat stuff. What was it?"
"Guess." I smiled because there was no way she could figure it out: Karyn is a sexy bimbo who greatly adores me but has a low sense of what is morally right or wrong when it comes to girls bodies and sex.

"Of, your so smart Jonny-pooh. I couldn't possibly guess what you wrote."
"I'll go get us some snacks. Don't do anything silly, okay?"
"Okie Dokie!" I didn't feel worried about leaving her with the pencil and the stone because, what could a bimbo like her do?