Chapter 1
My Mother died when I was little, and I really don’t remember that much about her. Growing up it was just me and Dad, and so there really wasn’t much need for modesty. Usually after dinner I’d take a shower and then spend the rest of the night, and most of the next morning until school, walking around in an old t-shirt and a pair of tighty-whities, and Dad usually did the same, except that he wore boxers.
Around the time I turned eleven, Dad took a promotion at work, and he