Finally, at a loss, Jon blurted out "It's me. Jon. I'm your son. Please remember." He crossed his fingers behind his very plump and sexy rear, hoping that his mother would remember. That she would see that he really was Jon. But, unfortunately, that didn't happen.
"Jon? I don't know anyone named Jon. And I only have one son and his name is Mikey." Her eyes narrowed on him. "You said you knew my son. How exactly do you know him," she said, giving him a disapproving look, probably because of how he was dressed. Mikey was only ten after all. Too young to be hanging around a girl so scantily-clad.
"Oh, Jon, there you are," he suddenly heard a voice from behind him. He turned around and saw ...
