I knew when I saw the new black metallic BMW Z4 in the parking lot she had landed a big fish. I just couldn’t figure out how she did it. I laughed to myself as I ran a finger across the finish, it was cleaner than the sheets the guy was fucking on I thought to myself.

I was just back from University for the summer, well, hopefully not for long. Staying with my family over the summer was not my idea of a good time, but I had lost my job and my roommate, Tyler had kicked me out for non-payment of rent. Actually I think it had more to do with the fact he found me with Melanie. Not cool since he and I had a sexual relationship as well. Left with just a change of clothes in my backpack, my stuff now belongs to him. Well, one of my shoes went flying past my head as I was leaving. And since it was no longer a pair, I decided he could retrieve it from the hallway. Melanie and I are over too, Tyler made it pretty clear to her we were together. I think I will have a bruise on my cheek where she slugged me, if I don’t already.

Coming home will be a total surprise for everyone I thought to myself, but it turned out to be a bigger surprise for me. Opening up the door to my bedroom, nothing was left to the imagination as I found my sister Veronica naked and writhing in the sheets with Lance Brockton, 28, eldest of the Brockton sons and heir to the fortune no doubt. I stood in shock for a moment.

"Fuck, sorry!"

I closed the door in a hurry, a little too quickly, more like a slam. I squinted my eyes shut. I knew I had just made things worse.

"Anthony, you’re home?"

"No, I am still away at school."

"Oh, you stop that."

Mom took me in her arms and gave me a big hug. She was always glad to see me, no matter what.

"So, what happened? Why are you here? You have a fight with Tyler?"

"Mom!,” I gasped . She knew about my sexual orientation, but she had promised not to tell my dad. That was supposed to be left up to me.

"All I asked was if you had a fight with Tyler, nothing sexual. Your father is snoring away, a truck could ride through and he would not wake up. Stop worrying. Now, tell me why you are home."

"Um, Yeah, we did have a fight. I am not sure I will be going back to stay with him. Could we please change the topic?"

About that time, Veronica stepped out of my room. Thank God for small favors. She would have an explanation for everything. How she would explain being only 18 and sleeping with Lance in my room, I just had to hear.

"Mom, explain to this moron that this is my room now."

"What? Her room?"

"Yes dear. It was much larger than hers, it only seemed fair, since you are off to college and she will be staying here."

"Staying?"

"Your sister has to repeat her senior year."

"Oh, so now who is the moron?" I glared at her. She slugged me in the shoulder. At least