That gave him an Idea but he completely forgot it when he noticed that Karyn looked a complete mess.
She was wearing a grimy t-shirt and she clearly wasn't wearing a bra. Stains covered her top and her sweatpants and large amounts of chocolate adorned her face.
The chocolate coated fingers on her right hand were greedily plucking handfuls of food from the two bags of chips under her arm and alternately stuffing nachos and cheese puffs into her mouth.
"Hi Jon," she waved with her free, chocolate- and potato-covered hand.
"Karyn," Jon stood agape, "you look like a slob!"
"Gee, thanks," Karyn replied sarcastically with her mouth full. "You don't see me making comments about the clothes you wear all the time."
Jon followed Karyn inside, slowly and with great deliberation to avoid swinging his hips like a lap dancer.
Whoever had his stone was also using it to change Karyn as well. Unlike Jon, she didn't seem to be aware of it. He knew Karyn and he knew she would hate herself for letting go like this.
