I had several different types of cereal in thecupboard, so it was only a matter of deciding which one. Of course, Icould have made waffles or fried up...some eggs, but that seemed like abit too much work.But as I stood there, looking around the kitchen, I saw the coffee potsitting on the counter. I frowned slightly, remembering how Aunt Elysealways had a cup for breakfast. Even though I kept seeing her in themirror, I really missed her.It was almost on a whim that I began to fix up a pot of. I needed new "friends." My 25th birthday was coming up in less than a month and I had absolutely no one to spend it with. Hell, I couldn't even find someone to go watch the Redskins game with me. I asked my roommate but she declined. She never went anywhere. I called Shane, a guy I had previously gone on a date with, but he did not return any of my calls. I decided to ponder my decision while taking a hot shower. As I let the hot water massage my naked body I decided two things. First, I. Is that something that you want too?"Tim was looking straight at his step-father, and then sighed and sat back in his chair."I've never had a dad. I mean one who lived with us. You're the first one I've ever had to live with ... you know ... in the same house. You think this is a big deal? I mean, me being your son?" he asked tentatively."Yes ... I think it's a very big deal. I never liked the term step-father, or step-son. You are a part of this family, and I want you to be equal with everyone. I was intrigued, as was Sue.Once Sue decided to attend the new experiences promised, she struggled with what to wear. I had to keep reminding her that she would stand out unless she dressed like the others, had a Western theme and showed lots of skin. 'Standing out' is a major sin in her book despite her exhibitionism fantasies. She finally chose a small, flame red bikini panty, oddly replaced a mini skirt with small, loose legged blue jean shorts, and a red gingham shirt fully unbuttoned and.