We went running to her room, I liked to play with her princess or Barby costumes, and she liked to dress and make up like the prettiest princess while...I looked in the mirror and I enjoyed being a girl.I remember that I laughed and sang, spinning aimlessly until I fell to the ground, breathless and dizzy. I felt like a Disney Princess. I felt feminine and beautiful, delicate and precocious; Of course, back then I did not know I felt those things, but what I felt (and what I remember to this day). Now that was a cool car. Damn, I feel better already.As I walked through the door, I couldn't shake the feeling of giddiness I got from Cara. I felt on top of the world and nothing, I thought, could make me happier. I was wrong. I slowly walked into the kitchen and saw it: A large post-it on the fridge from the mother.Cam and Sarah: Had to fly to Denver for the weekend. Food in fridge, be back on Monday. Love, mom.Was this for real? I grabbed the counter-tops so my legs wouldn't give out. Mom. Back in the day, she was her Italian Stallion but had grown into a fat, lazy, pathetic excuse for a man who somehow can't even get hard for her. However, she's learned something that has made her livid beyond belief. Something she could never forgive him for: cheating with another woman. Not just any woman either, but an ugly, used up old whore who looked to be in her mid 40's with fake tits, botox-filled face, fake hair extensions that can be seen from a mile away and silicon lips that look. Then again.... I return my attention to the books but find my mind wandering more and more as I think about the way she moves, her beautiful smile, what she may look like naked... come on man! Get a grip! You've got work to do! I start reading again and soon the afternoon turns to evening.I look up from my books when I notice that night has fallen and look around, surprised to see the library deserted accept for me. I stifle a yawn then look at the clock: 8.15 p.m. I stand and stretch,.