I arrived back home and was greeted at the door by a surprised Lacy who expected me to be home much later. She had put my daughter to bed a half hour ...earlier and it was apparent by her puffy eyes and running mascara that she had been crying. Concerned, I took her hand and guided her to the couch where we sat down together. I asked her what was troubling her and it all spilled out with a fresh river of tears. She confessed that she was heart broken that the boys never paid her any attention. He called his father who said why he doesn’t come over and talks to his new girlfriend Carolyn about it. Kevin borrowed his mother’s car and drove over to his dad’s new place and went up to the door. Carolyn surprised him when she answered it wearing her athletic bra a tight pair of spandex pants. ‘Come on in’ she said kissing him on the cheek. ‘Thanks.’ He replied nervously. ‘Your dad had to go back to work, so kind of catastrophe or something.’ She explained. ‘Oh well I came over to talk to. This is what makes us "US' the one where I am myself. The lifetime of all we have done, seen, shared, loved and so forth.Yet what happens if those memories we cherish the most could be rewritten unwillingly by another? Or worse yet, taken away, plucked by one who walks the roads of the mind and steals at will? One who loves terror and all (yes a real nut-case)?If one could do such, it is akin to more than theft...it is the raping of the mind...and thus it sets the basis for our story. I had only known him for about a year and in that time we had developed quite a good friendship but not as much as I would have liked. But now here he was, the boy of my dreams, standing in front on the window in my living room wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that showed off his relatively large muscles perfectly. I was almost too nervous to go over and talk to him but I pulled myself together and went over. He wished me a happy birthday and handed me my present, but then his friends.