The living room is fancy; a black sectional with 2 chaise lounges built in, a cherry wood entertainment center holding a giant television, the latest video gaming systems. In the corner is a computer desk holding a fairly expensive looking desk top system set up.

"Upstairs, Shay." Daddy calls clear as day.

I guess nobody is home, so he isn't afraid of getting caught; a thought occurs to me and I'm instantly furious as I stomp up the carpeted stairwell. "If you think I'm going to do a damned thing with you in some random person's house just because Mom can't find us here, you are out of your mind!"...