So, what do you think? Am I going to be the hottest one at the prom, or what? C’mon, don’t try to lie, I saw you checking out my tits. You’re not as sneaky as you think, big bro. Actually, that brings me to the actual reason I came in here. I need a favour. Josh is meant to be going off to college next year, and I can’t leave just yet. I’m worried he’ll meet someone new once he leaves town – thought obviously not someone as hot as me. I need something to keep him wrapped around my little finger, for good. I need to be knocked up, and he needs to think it’s his. I can’t leave anything to chance though – what if he isn’t, you know, reliable in that department. You’re the perfect solution. This way, it’ll look like me, you know, because you look like me. You’ll help me out, won’t you? Sure, it’s not the most ethical plan in the world but are you really going to pass up the chance to fuck me? I know it’s been on your mind for months…