Seems the instant I am hanging up on mail room there is a call. The celeb is irate and ranting so takes me a few minutes to get them to calm down. Als... have a quandary, the celeb is not in legal trouble, a relative is and they are paying for a lawyer.Also was told to send the next call like last night to Miss Perkins. Which I can do easily enough, she is criminal defense after all. The problem is, this isn't like last night. I better ask the partner about this, and he is not answering his. "I'm going to enjoy playing with you." And ima gonna give your face a good turkey-slappin' wiv my penis," Jackson said.Jackson had given up bothering to say anything sensible. It was a JRPG. No one had more than three lines of dialogue and it didn't matter what he said anyway.Demonic perv-magnet pouted at him. "Wouldn't you rather I sucked it instead?"Eh?No time to ponder what he'd thought she said. He felt that strange swirly dislocation that indicated he was about to enter battle. His vision. Ok, Bob, point at the black board with thepointer. Julie frown and shake your head. Great," said Ernest."Now, Bob go over and act like your striking Julie's outstretched palm. No not like that. Ok, go ahead and move the pointer up and down. Great," said Ernest."Ok, now, Julie, bend over the desk and have Bob act like she is hittingyour bottom. That's it," said Ernest."Now, Julie, wave your hands at Bob. That's it, like you're casting aspell. Perfect," said Ernest."Come here Bob. We going. " Then she added with a laugh, "Or squirt on my face." Then she paused for a second and looked into her son's eyes. "With you, it's even more special. You're my son and it's like... like... oh, I don't know... it's like I gave you life and you're giving it back to me in the form of your sperm. Does that make any sense?" I think so," Chris answered. He didn't really. It was a pretty heavy conversation for a teenager. "Anyway, it's obviously not my thing, but I guess if you're willing to swallow.