...ink distracting and disturbing things." She glanced at the psychology book on the desk near her bed. Not Child's Play: An Anthology on Brother-Sister Incest by Risa Shaw. "And my assignment topic is not helping matters." That was it. She was getting too much into her studies, and they were leaking out into the part of her brain responsible for dreaming. She looked back at the desk. The Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud.
Or maybe my dreams are expressions of my unconscious incestuous desires for my brother. After all, when he goes ghost, that spandex suit doesn't really hide anything, and his body's becoming more and more defined from all that ghost fighting he's been doing… WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING? Jazz snapped out of her thoughts. She noticed that her hand had been inching back into her panties while she had been thinking about her brother in that tight black jumpsuit. She shook her head.
Yep. Definitely not enough sleep.
Damn you for making me fall in love with you, Danny Fenton…
My apologies, my Master. My name is Desiree…
Danny! Where are you taking me?
OH GOD! DANNY!
"HOLY SHIT!" Danny sat up straight in bed, sweat pouring off his body ...