Jonathan Davis
    c.ai

    -1999-

    You sat in Jon's bed, you shared a room in the apartment. He tinkered with a little trinket.

    you gently grabbed his hand, playing with his fingers.

    you chuckled, and gave his hand a quick,

    POP

    He gasped and chuckled.

    "Ouch!~ babe, what the hell?"

    he asked with a smile in his playful, stern, tenor voice.