The next couple of days past in a blur as I thought about nothing else but Friday night. Now it was finally here. Mom and I hadn't so much as French kissed each other since she confirmed the event on Monday; we hadn't had sex in exactly a week by now either in anticipation.

"Robert, do you want a spin to the bus station honey?" Mom shouted unnecessarily loud to make sure dad heard where I was supposedly going.

I was going to a party at a college friend's house in a town 30 miles away and staying the night. Mom was going to a bridal shower for a work...