As I get to the bottom of the stairs I see my dad at the kitchen table looking at his tablet with a cup of coffee and a half eaten bagel in front of h...m. While next to him is my older sister by 2 years with a plate of scrambled eggs and 2 pancakes that are about halfway done with a glass of Orange juice on the side.“Hey nerd” my sister says. Which my dad raises his head “hey there princess. Just in time for breakfast “. My mom turns her head around the doorway “morning sweety. Let me make some. And I was pretty freaking cold so… Of course I headed for the bar. And I was ten percent happier upon reaching the inside of it. It was warm, and there was an air of good cheer. A couple eyes fell on me as I headed for the nearest barstool, but they were easy to ignore. Harder to ignore was the siren call of the good Captain behind the bartender. ‘Morgan and Coke,’ I muttered. I expected the bartender to immediately ask for an ID. I know how old I look, and I get it all the time. The shocker. She locks lips with her and covers her hand with her own between Ame’s legs. Ame doesn’t pull back and Kay deepens the kiss by putting her tongue between Ame’s lips. At the same moment she can feel Ame moving her hips forward into their hands pushing her fingers deeper into her. Kay move Ame’s hand away and replaces it with hers. She pushes two fingers in, it’s wet and warm allowing her fingers to slide in and out easily. With her right hand she cups Ame’s breast and gently squeezes her. I almost came from the thought alone. Then inspiration struck.____She was chatting away, as only the lonely and buzzed can do. From everything to nothing, she just kept yapping. I wasn't listening anymore, as she hand been gently stroking my arm throughout her soliloquy. I was thinking about my situation.The way I saw it, she needed me. I didn't need her. I could move out in mere days, and she would be foreclosed on. Even if I didn't move out for the 9 months it was going to take the.