MICHELLE PEYTON

I've had my fair share of sexual fantasies. There was a time I was particularly smitten by the pool cleaner at the hotel my dad managed. Nine-year-old me would imagine Santi's hard hands moving the length of my barely matured body. Most of the time I imagined I was twenty which compensated for the weird child molestation angle.

Then there was that time I was smitten by the rock star. His piercings and tattoos outnumbered his brain cells but that didn't stop me from wanting a piece of him and fantasizing about it so many times.

The guy who believed aliens were going to take over the world...