I know what to do with my body, wouldn't you say?"A bitch, like I said. I just muttered "sure" and tried to ignore her and her little girl mind games...."Can you have a look at the sink in the change room, it's all fucked up. I'm sure you're good with your...tools...." she smirked at me andbounced off.So 20 minutes later I go into the changeroom to look at her damn sink. I could hear her clunking around in the steam room, so I figuredshe'd be a good half hour before needing any water for a shower. Which she already knew, since she had read as many of these articles in the past couple days as I had. ‘And she asked me about how I wanted to try to deal with my impending celebrity status. Basically she had the same sorts of thoughts that Charity and that FBI agent had.’ ‘Which ones…?’ ‘That my choices were basically to either try to live a secret life, change my identity if I were identified, basically go underground. Or to deal with being a celebrity. And everything that comes with that.. Thats why even tho it is summer and all the schools are closed, you still have to wake up early and help the others. Only there is one thing you simply cannot do. That is waking up on time.It is this time of the year really hot outside, so you decided a few days ago to sleep nude. As you are laying relaxed in your nice warm bed, your mother smashes your door open! "Jessse, Get out of that bed right now! ive called you one thousend times. Its 11:55AM, you were supposed to be out by 9:00AM!".. Wasn’t it?I didn’t want to have them, yet I did. I wanted to act out my fantasies with Mom. But that would be wrong. Wouldn’t it?Intellectually, I knew that it would be wrong. But that didn’t change the way I felt. And I was ashamed of the way I felt. But secretly, deep down inside, I enjoyed fantasizing about having sex with Mom.I knew, however, that any fantasies that I had would stay just that, fantasies. Mom would never have sex with me. It would be wrong. Wouldn’t it?Although...If Susan.