"Hey Dad, can I use your computer?" I asked my father. He was sitting at the dinning room table, doing work on his apple laptop. He was 47, pretty muscular for a dad, and had blondish brown hair. I was an only child, and my mother was out of town all week...

I had just gotten home from my weekend job at the supermarket. It was a Friday night, and I was tired and ready to go to bed. I went upstairs to use the bathroom and brush my teeth, and I found my mother in our giant bathtub. She had her neck leaned back...