We drove to the border and abandoned the unregistered car near the border. We waited until around midnight until I saw a vehicle approach sporting a ...issing headlight. It was Cory and as he got there, we simply walked 50 yards across into Canada onto a parallel road, got in and we started the long drive back up to Dawson Creek. We had pulled it off for now. When we arrived back at Cory’s cabin late that next afternoon, we had to carry both of the exhausted girls into the cabin. Then it hit. You put your arm around mine and told me we were meeting someone tonight. You explained that you had been researching and placed a couple ads online. You told me about a few men who said they were interested in our fantasy, but further probing revealed that they really weren't right for us. Last week, though, you explained that you started talking to a guy who was perfect. He was professional, handsome, a little bit experienced, had all his clean test documents and after swapping pictures was. ??Yes, I went shopping. The heat’s unbearable.??Why don’t you go and take a nice cold shower while I get everything ready? By the way, where do you want me to set things up???Umm?? she thought awhile, ?How about my bedroom? It’s quite large.?I followed her into her room. ?Is this big enough?? she asked.?This’ll do just fine. Right! You go and take your shower now, and I’ll see to everything else.?I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She looked up at me with wide eyes and bit. The knot in my stomach was a constant reminder of what I had to do if I was ever going to be sane again… She, who is my own mother, was sitting on the couch reading one of her many romantic novels, oblivious to my pain. Before I get into my problem allow me to describe what has been torturing me for the past five years: My mother is what I would call cute and pretty. She’s a natural beauty who never needs more than a little make-up to enhance her beautiful hazel eyes or her plump, red lips. Her.