.. 'reprogramming'... you since I moved in about a year ago..." What, like messing with my game or something?" I asked, confused."No, reprogramming YO..." he said, looking at me intensely."You're full of shit. Stop messing around. Can I go back to my game now?" I asked. I wasn't sure I liked where this was going..."Look at this" he said, showing me his phone. On the screen were pictures of me, in my room, wearing my favorite shinny pantyhose while sleeping.I've had a fascination for shiny suntan. I sighed. I was already exacerbated, and I haven’t even had my morning coffee yet. “I don’t know what we are, but I’m tired of her being such a control freak,” I blurted out while scrubbing the patio table. He leaned over to me, gave me that Cheshire cat smile, and got right into my face to get eye-to-eye with me to say, “You don’t like control freaks? Are you telling me you wouldn’t like me to take total control over you? To push you onto that chair, spread your legs, tie them down, and lick. “How could I resist? He smelled just right. I think you were about the same age I am when you found yourself acting in ways you never expected, or was it different for you, Mattie?” Marie asked.“It was different. Wolfboy wasn’t a true Alpha male back then. He was always meant to be an Alpha, but his dad kind of beat him down so he didn’t have his Alpha swagger. If he’d been full Alpha, like he is now, I’m sure I would have pulled him on top of me on the floor in Mr. Akers’ classroom and made. It was a new meme on Twitter and Facebook and was used for any person who remotely seemed to be bragging about something. Of course, it had been in comments to a news briefing at the White House and several statements by congressmen and senators.I wouldn’t be surprised if the National School called to rescind their offer for an audition. If they were looking for someone to go around putting a positive spin on the National Service, I was probably not the right choice. Not after this weekend.I’d.