I stifled the scream ofhorror that was about to leap from my throat."Uh...I'm taking a shower!" I called out, quickly turning the shower on as Ireache... inside the frosted, glass door."How much longer you going to be?" He asked softly, barely above the streamof the shower. "I have to go pretty bad." Give me about fifteen minutes, I just got in here!" I said, panicking."I'll hide my eyes, I can't wait that long!" In horror, I watched the handleof the door slowly begin to turn. In one fluid. But where Sofia was concerned he felt compelled to make an effort. She looked at him, her feline, almond-shaped eyes welling up, “not exactly.” He could only just make out her features in the low lighting of the room, her hair, smartly cropped into a feathered bob, the slender curve of her neckline where it met the fitted blue of her tunic, her petite, lithe frame. “What’s the matter, Sofia?” he tried to maintain his stern facade, tried to ignore the delicate scent of her shampoo and body. "Just call me by my name Sara. I insist dear!!" Sara being too cozy."Well to be honest Sara, I never even read the book series and I am not sure what the craze was about!!" Ivy being friendly with Sara."Hey tell you what dear. Why don't you spend the night here? We have lots of rooms. The three of us can spend the entire night watching the Twilight movies. Io think we should all go watch it so that you know what you are missing!!" Sara becoming too pushy.Unfortunately for Charles, his mom Sara. When she saw my concern, she told me, in strictest confidence, that I may not like her buttocks, due to a childhood injury. After much coaxing, she removed her unders, and I saw the scarlet welt across her buttocks. She had, she said, been hit with a cane at some point in her schooling, and the mark had failed to fade. By some cruel fluke of biology, she would be forever scared with her punishment for arriving late to a scripture lesson. I was angry, both for the personal affliction, and that.