" And where is th-"Lily's father stepped inside the house."Honey, we gotta go!" he said.Lily turned to him, smiled and turned back to her mother."Mom,...I know all these things. Don't worry about me! I'm sure I can survive two months without you."With her lips together and her eyes nearly closed, Lily's mother let out an uneasy "hmmmm"."Honey, we're gonna be late!"Lily's mother sighed."Alright, I'm sure you do. Love you, sweetie." Love you too, mom."Lily gave her mother a hug and a kiss."What. With mixed feelings, I told Carol I'd leave my lunch leftovers behind, for Mom and Dad to sample, to give them some anticipation for Saturday's dinner.^It took a while for Donna to be able to function again, and I'd gone to Aikido by then. Mom and Carol sat Donna down and had a talk with her. A small part of what follows was from ideas I'd given them, but mostly it was their own doing.Mom said, "We told you it was a big secret, Donna. If you spill the beans on a big secret, it has big results.. A "bad" boyfriend, a voyeur boyfriend, a power hungry dominant woman and my own desires. Well, maybe I should even back up before that to add in a three year failed marriage.The marriage was from the small town where I grew up. As I matured as a high school student my waist stayed the same and my hips and breasts blossomed. I became the "property" of my first boyfriend. The Hometown boy that was the football star of the town and had a deep religious background like seemingly everyone in the mid. By comparison, I felt mine were barely better than finger paints. I followed him clockwise around the gallery’s perimeter as he pointed out his favorites, pausing here and there to introduce me to this or that artist, and passing over all the swarms of socialites. I was enjoying myself. I really was. But at the same time, it was hard not to dwell on how lost I felt. Each painter we passed seemed so sure of themself—so comfortable in their own skin. He waved to someone across the room, and.