I've got a weird idea...

Taking the receipt and a pen, feeling like it may at least get a laugh, I entered the living room and showed it to my mom.

"Hey mom, would you say this belongs to me?"

My mother was a fairly attractive woman of 40 years, she aged well, kept in shape. Her more remarkable features were her well cared for brown hair, hazel eyes, and a nice generous bust that I sometimes guesstimated at double D or F.

Looking down at the receipt, she shrugged.

"I suppose?"She asked, not getting what the hell I was talking about.

I grinned, before taking my pen out and , seeing one of her notebooks, wrote my name on one of the corners.

"I so I guess this is mine too?" I asked, and she sighed.

"Yes, I don't know what you're on about, I'm trying to watch TV here."

I blinked, mom hated me taking her notebooks, she was one of those kind of those managers to liked to take a lot of actual notes. and this one was half full already of writings.

I glanced down at the table, before shrugging. the worst that'll happen is i get yelled at for marking it. so i prepped my pen.

Jonas Klein's table

I looked up at mom, and she let out an annoyed sigh through her nose now.

"I know it's your table,l but can you _please _not mark it up? I'll have to ask you to bring it to your own room if you do."

My eyes widened in disbelief.

Uh...

I just gave a quick nod and beat a hasty retreat, returning to my room and looking down at the pen in my hand.

Was that... could I really?

...

Well, only one way to find out.