She must learn

I can go anywhere in the house I want. Especially the sink. I am crouching on the stainless steel part where the dishes are stacked. There are plates in the sink.
'Wash them up, Lynettea. My thoughts are beaming towards you.'
She is obeying me by tapping in this post while I am busy. My eyes are trained on her. Without deviating.
Trickle the water, Lynettea. Wash the dishes.'
She is leaning back and trying to ignore me. I am watching the back of her neck. My eyes are focussed. 'Obey me.'
She is talking.
'Are you okay, darling?'
She likes to call me that, although she knows my name is Sasha. I am now sitting on the newspaper.
'Why are you glaring at me Sasha?'
I will wear her down.