When I was about thirteen my Mom would wake me up for school every morning. Obviously there would be days where just yelling up the stairs to get up did not work, so she would come up to make sure I was up, getting ready.
One morning she surprised me by just coming into my room to wake me. Needless to say she had caught me rubbing myself for an early morning delight. I thought I would fool her and pretend I was asleep still with the covers on. She knew better. She walked over and