That weekend, when Dad left on a business trip, I thought I would have time. Yet, of course, Mom was home. I was nineteen, my summer back from my first year of college, and I had enjoyed the chaos of preparing for finals and working long hours. Now, all I wanted to do was rest and recuperate. If that meant hanging around in my pajamas all day, watching lesbian porn in my room, then so be it. I didn’t miss the stress of co...