Just before the time set for theinterview, Mommie ordered me what to answer to all possible ET questions,showing me the pink remote and putting it in ...her pocket, where she kepther hand during the entire ET visit.I walked outside and, to the utter surprise of the ET reporter, deniedbeing the pretty girl at the party and apologized for lying. Just asinstructed, I said it was all a hoax. I admitted I was a sissy and that Ihad dearly wanted to be that pretty girl and be kissed by Prentiss,. From there it had progressed to me tell him that I was going out on dates with my friends and sometimes some of his. One Saturday night me and my husband went to a local club. It was a mixed club with a bar and dance floor. We ordered drinks and sat at a table. There was no talking between us he just sat there with a dumb look on his face while playing with his phone. I was so annoyed! I finished my first drink and walk to the bar for another. Standing at the bar a handsome young black guy. You could not see anyone's face just waste down and this cock was so thick, it was to his knees flaccid. Underneath a message read "has Simon shown you his cock yet". It couldn't be young Simon he was only fifteen and this cock was a monster. Then I notice a birth mark on his leg which I had seen on Simon in the summer. There was a knock at the door so I quickly put the phone down and went to answer the door, when I opened it there was Simon he had come to see my daughter. I said hello and. We would spend the day together, and we talked about our lives and other things. My mother was never mentioned, though I saw the pain in his eyes, once I gave him my address and that of the company I work, and my lawyer's phone in case he, (not her), ever needed to contact me.Beyond that I did not want my mother to be named in my presence, through her memory was my own living hell; I could not rip her from my mind, her memory was an obsession that never left me, and that made me reject other.