I got up off the bed. Jon stood right in front of me. I looked at the bed and saw my pink and yellow shorts hanging off of it. I went to reach for them. “I didn’t say you could wear those and clean my room up. Now did I?” he snickered.“They’re mine. And you don’t own me!” I began to protest.“I do now! And since I own you, whatever is yours turns into mine,” he said with a smile, bending down to get closer to my face.“So y...