How I Fucked Your Mother
My Parents split up when I was 4. My Dad and I floated around a while before we settled down in a nice neighborhood. I was 5 by that time and really glad that there was a boy next door my own age. His name was Ian and his Mom was really nice. Mrs. J made cookies and lemonade for us and would even help us build forts in the backyard. When I was 11, I remember seeing her on her back porch from my bedroom window. She was taking off a t-shirt to reveal a bikini top. I saw her...