Chapter 5

The box contained a huge, obviously homemade, peach pie. “Si,” she said from the hallway, all three hundred pounds of her or whatever, roly poly and happy looking with it. “Eat first, work better, right?”

I fell in love. First with that big old Mommy in the kitchen, next with the pie, and lastly with the boy who wasn’t like the others (he winked at me).

Within an hour, I had that boy in my bedroom, ‘helping’ me ‘get dressed for dinner’. It seemed that in order to do that, I had to get almost completely undressed first. Who knew? Formal dinners; I could get used to this. Oh, my, I could. Did I mention the condoms I found in Dad’s top drawer? No? Well they aren’t there now, either. Not that I remembered them at the time, or needed to. I just hadn’t wanted Dad to have them, that bastard.