Not only do I now know the thrill of feeling cute little boy-hands under my blouse, I also know what it's like to be incredibly hung-over. At first I felt bad when my father tried to get me to go with the family to church (he finally gave up after a heated argument with my mother), but after they all left I experienced freedom like never before. I went downstairs and had Salvatore make me a beautiful steak alla Fiorentina. He worked his magic and then joined me as I ate, we just sat there in silence looking at each other and it was absolutely wonderful. It was only after I returned to my room that I realized I had been wearing my see-through nightgown the whole time, and I didn't even feel embarressed about it. The greatest realization of that entire weekend.