"So, who's this guy that got you to go to a library," my Dad asked. We were munching down a late Sunday brunch after my Mom and I had finished weeding... her flower beds. My Mom looked way too interested as she waited for my answer. I was surprised she'd waited this long to begin her interrogation."He's a junior at the college and lives in my building," I answered. I tried to give as much truth to my lies as I could. "I volunteered to do some research for a boss and since Danny was going to the. It was all too honest obviously. I knew how she could get at a certain point, where she has no idea what's going on and I was grateful she wasn't there. At least not yet. Still, it was very embarrassing and not really going the way I'd hoped. Neal had a way of constantly bragging about himself casually in conversation, how much money he was making or what kind of man he was; a man who took what he wanted, a man that knew how to negotiate. At one point he even made an insulting offer to buy us. My boyfriend had come over to stay the night, which he regularly does when mom is on night shift. We were watching a movie on TV, snuggled up to each other, with my head on his chest. It was rather hot and humid this night, which was not particularly unusual. I was wearing a long and oversized t-shirt, and that was it, no underwear whatsoever. My boyfriend had on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.A hot sex scene started on the movie we had been watching, and I could feel my boyfriend’s hand move. "And you aren't going around with a blonde wig and high heels?" No, no blonde wig." I got rid of the blonde wig months ago, Cindy thought. It would almost be funny if it weren't so hard."Look," said Cindy, "I'll explain everything when I get up there for spring break. It's nothing to worry about." Well, dear, we weren't prying. We were just concerned. I know you're nearly forty but you're still our little boy."After hanging up, the tears became less silent and more abundant. As Cindy sat.