I was sitting in my room, quietly contemplating a few apartments I had pulled up on the Internet when both my brothers came in, unannounced, and sat on my bed. I turned my chair around and looked at them quizzically. �Can I help you?�

�We are tired of you blowing off these perfectly good women. We�re giving you one more chance before we tell Mom you�re never giving her grand kids.� That was the ultimate threat. My mother was always adamant about having grandchildren. She been packing it into our brains since we were little to find a good girl and settle down. I had already found mine and screwed up, but my mother had yet to realize that.

�You wouldn�t dare.� I glared at them.

�We would.� It seemed that Isaac was the spokesperson for both of them.

�She�s going to have grand kids. I just have to work things out with their mother first.� I spun back around and continued my search for an apartment, determined to find one and move out by the end of the week.

�Meanwhile, you are going on this date. She�s a nice woman. Her name is Alicia. She�s perfect for you.� Zac spoke for the first time.

�I don�t trust you anymore. Not after that Veronica woman. I don�t think anyone has ever been so persistent in trying to get me to sleep with them�� I found an apartment I liked and clicked on it�s picture to read more about it.

�And you never did sleep with her.�

�Or Aubry.� Isaac added.

�And I won�t sleep with this Alicia woman either. Why are you so obsessed with me having a sex life? You need to work on your own sex lives. I don�t need one.�

�Yes, you do. Everyone needs a sex life.�

�I�ve done my share of sleeping around. I don�t need that anymore to be happy.�

�But you aren�t happy. You never leave the house anymore. It�s depressing.� I heard Zac say, but by then I was emailing the owner of an apartment I wanted to buy so that I could get more information.

�I�ll be leaving the house soon. Permanently.�

�You�re leaving? You can�t leave before I do.�

�Watch me.� I turned the computer off and left the room.


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