Chew faster!

Author's note: *If I slip up and forget the "step" in front of "mother" or "sister(s)" in this or later chapters, feel free to comment and I'll correct it. I'm new to this kind of thing and am starting to realize the possible continuity issues.*

Until his recently increased options, John hadn't really realized just how little control over his morning ritual he actually had. Usually he was distracted enough just being near one of his hot step-relatives that he didn't care, but today he mentally bridled at the restrictions it presented.

He had RULES to write!

But being recorded with his hand writing in thin air on an invisible (to camera) book sounded like an excuse for his mother to have him committed, and another clause of his father's will might come back to bite him, "provide any medical care needed (again tied to the "financially self supporting" clause)" could be dangerous if he slipped up.
His mother had twice tried to convince him he needed treatment from one of her many male "friends" (this one a Psychiatrist), both times for "an overly active sex drive".
The first attempt had nearly worked, he believed the bullshit reasons for various medications "his therapist" said he needed, and was about to start taking them when a memory of his father broke in "never commit to anything without at least one other concurring opinion", he had always said. Wrote a requirement for it into his will, even, along with guidelines for choosing a second opinion source that precluded Jane bringing in another person beholden to her.

John got that second opinion, and when he mentioned some of the **** he'd been prescribed, the other doctor was appalled. "some of these have terrible side effects, such as erectile dysfunction and a weakened immune system!" "No ethical psychiatrist would even consider these without eliminating dozens of less powerful and dangerous options first, and then only after fully informing their patient of the potential side effects!".
Psychiatrist 2 had tried to find the other psychiatrist and get his licence revoked, but though Jane made mistakes, her instincts for self-preservation were honed by years of riding the fine edge of the law.
And of course, the various dicks of the law, when necessary.
She protected those who helped her, as well, and the connections she had made shielded the other psychiatrist long enough to get him a job in a different area.

After that experience, John always got a second opinion acceptable to the rules in his father's will for anything which might give his stepmother a way to control him.

The second attempt started with a brief and gloriously remembered period 4 years ago, when his stepmother for some reason started flirting with him shamelessly, "accidentally" brushing her assets against him and/or his groin. She was recording him without his knowledge and trying to get him to make a move, of course, and he almost did more times than he could remember.
But her behavior was too out of character, and after the first time he didn't trust her a bit. He consulted a legal expert as provided for in his father's will, and the threat of a restraining order (or rather, what it would mean for her ownership of the house) relieved the pressure.

Not that pressure.
That he had to relieve himself, and he did so repeatedly while fantasizing about what he had really wanted to do. He still used that mental material from time to time.

"Chew faster!", Barbi half-shouted at him.

Though the mental digression got him through half his lukewarm runny eggs and slightly warmed "toast" without really tasting them, the distraction it caused made him slow down, and that wasn't acceptable.
"If you make me miss too much of yoga class, I'm going to **** feed you that food and take the punishment duty - I can handle recording you for another day this week, but I won't miss Robert!"
His father hadn't been unreasonable in his will - it only required recording meals twice a day for 5 days of the week, with the expectation that some public gatherings would preclude such, especially on the weekend.

John chewed slightly faster while he ran through the schedule.

1. 07:00 - Wake up - Usually, be woken after too little sleep, kept awake into the early morning by pleasured screams.
2. 07:15 - Get dressed.
3. 07:20-07:40 - Be recorded eating breakfast, except on weekends - His stepmother insisted that breakfast be one of the recorded meals, the other two were more useful for entertainment purposes.
4. 07:40-08:15 - Change into exercise clothing and exercise the minimum required 20 minutes, watched by two burly trainers encouraged by his stepmother - Another clause of his father's will, at least since a second doctor's opinion told his mother it was unhealthy if he didn't. Little did she (the doctor) know what that would mean, but John supposed it wasn't too bad...it kept him almost in shape. He wished the trainers were female though.
5. 08:15 - Go to his room and stay there, or leave the house and stay out, until the second recorded meal of the day or bedtime, whichever came first. Usually this was lunch, but sometimes dinner - His father's will had a requirement for number of recorded meals, and required a record of the supplies used to feed him, but sadly did not go into details about preparation beyond "edible". He got "fed" twice a day on weekdays, but on the weekend he had to fend for himself.

John gnawed sadly on the last of his floppy bacon and tried to distract himself with what rules he might write when back in his room.
Or could he get away with a rule or two while changing into exercise gear before "training time"?