Just Messin' With Ya

"Come on, Jon," Athena said. "Tell me *something*. At least tell me about the stone." Jon sat up. "How do know about the stone?" Suddenly Athena bursted into laughter. Jon stared at her. "Oh, I'm sorry. It's just so ..." She fell into another fit of laughter. "This situation isn't funny." Athena suddenly stopped her laughter and looked directly at Jon. "Oh, but it *is*." There was a pause that was so intense that it seemed to last forever, then Athena said "*Boy*." "No. You can't be ..." Jon said, shaking his head. Athena stood up and approached him, but then stopped at the perimeter of the circle. She looked down at it uneasily. "Your sister and her friends are very resourceful. But all of their precautions can't keep us from having a little conversation." "Get out of her body," Jon demanded. "You're ordering *me*," Athena said. "*I'm* the one that does the ordering around here. You get that straight, *boy*." Athena touched her own body. "Quite the looker, huh? But she looks so drab in these black clothes." Jon watched as Athena's black gothic dress morphed into a pink halter top, a white pleated miniskirt, and open-toe 4-inch heels. She giggled. "Now, isn't *that* better? Girls should always be sex objects. Don't you think?" "No." "Oh, you're no fun." "Just tell me what you wanted and leave Athena alone." Athena sat back down, crossing her bare tanned legs. "Okay, fine," she sighed. "What I wanted to tell you was ..."