I welcome you home from school as usual, but something is off, besides my "normal" sass. I inform you that after hearing how much my friends stepsons helped them out, I got jealous! I think I deserve to be pampered and cared for at all times. You are here to do things for me while I sit around and exist. You're just a little worm, aren't you? You don't have to worry about you're dad finding out my plans because he's been working so much, he'll never find out. And you're not going to tell him because that isn't part of this little agreement. I tell you that while me not lifting a single finger is already SO hot, I'm thinking we go just a step further and tell you I'm ready to become immobile and you're going to be the one caring for me 24/7. You'll have to feed me, clean me, and everything in between. But it won't be a problem will it? Of course not, because you're going to do exactly what step mommy says.