I was a history major for two years before I switched to business when I decided I had gotten too attached to eating regularly. My brother is the mech...nical one, and my sister-in-law -- well, suffice it to say that with her education, the sum total of her knowledge of the Napoleonic Wars comes from being able to sing the chorus of Abba's "Waterloo" verbatim.So I was the lucky pup who got to stay up all night electronically coaching Pete through his paper. He kept asking if I couldn't just tell. She had always been beautiful and a knockout looking a lot like Angelina Jolie. I was her only son and I became very concerned she might do something stupid.I was 20 and was successful at my age. I had developed a mobile phone app that made me a millionaire the year before and was working on a few others. My friends said I looked a lot like John Stamos. I was always close to my mom and she was always the perfect woman in my eyes. As a matter of fact I only liked to date older woman around her. I slipped my feet into the mules. The skyscraper stilettos arched my legs, thrust out my boobs and tush, and made me feel invincible. I conjured up a mental image of Dianna flowing across a room in that effortless way she did. Then, I willed my body to emulate her."Oh... YEAH!" the lovely Latina extolled. "Girrrl, that is pure poetry in motion. Two days, my ass! You were born for this. I'm gonna have to work hard just to keep up."The excitement — and champagne — had caught up with me."Angie," I. " What's up to me?" asked Cathy, confused."We've been put in separate rooms," said one of the redheads, "and we wanted to share and we thought you might prefer a single room." They're sisters and they want to share," explained the black girl, "personally, I couldn't wait to move out of my sisters room." And you and me are supposed to be sharing a room, but they want us to swap into single rooms," Cathy said slowly."'sright," replied Allison."Well I guess I don't mind going into a single room. I.