Jenny Stanton, daughter of famed? psychologist Judy Stanton, got the first inkling about Ben's narcissistic personality disorder a year or so ago when she picked up the red leather holder and read her Mom's notes. She watched Ben earlier from the front room as he walked towards the door to the office and she liked what she saw. But the idea that her Mom was exploiting his disorder disgusted her but even more than that, Jenny was protecting Ben because she wanted him for herself. Yes, Mom is gorgeous, smart and successful but my star in the software design world is rising fast and besides, I'm more of his generation than Mom is. This is not the first time Jenny's curiosity about one of Mom's patients triggered her fantasies. But Ben was, well, the hottest. And look at how I used insider info to get Ben to even notice me and then befriend me . He knew he was doing El Machismo the whole time we first talked face to face and he wasn't making eye contact with my eyes so much. But this pottery lure has me really pissed. I almost feel like dropping the dime with the Board of Examiners but I skeeve snitches. No, Mom, I'll let this play out before deciding my next move.