Discovering the pen

What the hell just happened, thought Jason. Cara had just rocked up out of the blue and for no good reason proceeded to suck him off. Why the fuck had she done that, wondered Jason. It was completely out of character for her, any time in the last decade actually, but especially now that they were actually divorced, and not altogether amicably. Jason flopped back on his sofa pulling his shorts up and replayed the visit in his head with a smile, then out of the corner of his eye, he caught a slip of paper. On it was written, "Cara stops by to suck my dick."

Holy fuck. It couldn't be real could it? Jason scrabbled about frantically on his floor. disturbing pairs of shorts that has been there for days until he found it again. The pen.

"This won't work" he told himself, but picked the pen up and began to write once more. He considered ways to safely test the pen, and after a few moments wrote. "There's a $100 bill in my wallet". Carefully he picked up his billfold. As of this morning, he was down to his last $5. He looked through, trying to convince himself that there was no chance it would be there, and at first he thought he was right, then behind an old lottery ticket, he saw it. $100. Fuck! It worked.

Suddenly his world expanded - there were so many things he had to do and more importantly people he had to see, and fuck!