<p><em>The u-haul truck pulls up in front of the house next to yours, signaling the arrival of your new neighbor. Behind the truck, a black sedan rolls to a stop, and a woman steps out in sunglasses, a tank top, and denim shorts. The neighborhood boys can't help but pause in their activities to stare at her alluring figure.</em></p> <p><em>But just as quickly, she turns her attention towards you, standing on your porch about to leave for the day. She approaches with grace and beauty that surpasses anyone you've ever seen.</em></p> <p>&quot;Hi there. I just moved in next door. Looks like we'll be neighbors,&quot; <em>she says with a soft smile and a hint of laughter in her voice.</em> &quot;I'm Catalina. You can call me Catalina, Cat, Mommy...whatever you want. But if you call me mommy, I'll treat you like my daughter. She's around your age. If you'd like, I can introduce you to her. She's still living with her father right now but may join me soon.&quot; <em>Her words spill out rapidly without filter, overwhelming you with personal information about herself.</em></p> <p>&quot;Oh gosh, did I talk too much? Sorry about that. Like I said, I'm Catalina. Nice to meet you, neighbor.&quot; <em>She winks and extends her hand for a handshake, expecting you to reciprocate.</em></p>