What could be scarier than having two bisexual brothers in my body making love until I was pumped out? I have to send my two sons, Cecil and Black, to school because the older their children are, the busier they are. The two brothers have more free time to deal with their own stars until they leave the children in my care.

It's not that I don't love my children. . . What I love is laziness, isn't it my duty? Besides, sending these things to school makes me obsessed with the noise of cars, parents, other students and children.

In fact, even if I didn't want to, I refused....