We were in the garage. It was Lee's favorite place in the house. It was a bit cluttered in here since our car and a random assortment of the usual items such as paint cans, tires, lawnmowers, and whatnot were taking up the space, but right now, this was as good a place as any other. Lee was my daughter, but for some reason, she liked to pretend she was a boy. With a name like hers and with no curves to speak of, many ofte...