Dirty tweens

Apparently my sweet little tweens are not so sweet after all ... the cute little group of 12-14 year olds, in my absence, have been talking dirty about me describing the ways in which they want to have sex with me. While I am flattered by this sentiment (ok, not really), that is just not cool at all. It's bad enough to not have any control whatsoever over a group of teenagers, but to then hear that they are fantasizing about you is even worse. What next - stalkers? Oh wait, I already have some of them. Today three different teens were enjoying themselves going through the non-fiction sex books, reading about penises and STDs to their heart's content and giggling like people addicted to laughing gas. When the one person I was actually trying to help was looking for books, J was wearing my glasses, S was on my chair, and other S was trying to hack into my computer and busy reading stories about circumcision out loud. It's no wonder I get no respect - I have no fucking control over these monkeys, and maybe never will. Should I give up, or just yell Shut the fuck up! really loudly so that everyone, teens and librarians, can hear me and know that I mean business? Maybe the satanic puppets should make an appearance and open up a can of wup-ass on these kids.