Chapter 1

Wednesday Nov 21 4:40 PM Thanksgiving Eve.

It feels so good that I reach down with both hands and grab handfuls of hair, pulling Stephen tightly against my clit while I cum. I hear his muffled gasps as his tongue continues flicking my clit, his open mouth encapsulates my pussy while I moan. After a few moments, I release my grip, and push him away. Relaxing for a few minutes before he begins licking the juices that have leaked out, and run down into my ass crack.

While Stephen finishes, I grab my phone to see who was texting me while I was cumming.

Bridget’s text; “U have Stephen?”

Me text; “Yeah why?”

Bridget’s text; “I can’t find my black jeans, and he didn’t bring up laundry!”

Me text; “K sending him”

Bridget’s text; “Tnx”

I look down at the top of Stephen’s head between my parted thighs. His tongue’s lapping away at my sensitive pussy, and I look back at my phone and tap the calendar.

Tapping Wednesday, November 21 and the days schedule pops up.

9 AM Political Science 11 AM Psychology 1 PM Lunch with Erin 2 PM Art History

Stephen - Clean Bridget’s Room

I look at the time, 4:45.

I push Stephen away and swing my legs off the bed and sit on the edge. Stephen slips to the floor and kneels, silently waiting.

Me; “Did you clean Bridget’s room today?”

Stephen; “Yes Mistress, of course.”

Me; “She said her laundry wasn’t done.”

Stephen; “She had 3 loads, and the last load was drying when you got home Mistress.”

I know how Bridget can be with clothes. 3 loads didn’t surprise me at all. I should probably have Stephen start digging through her hamper daily, pulling out the clothes she only tried on, or wore half an hour and hang back in the closet.

I stood up letting my skirt fall into place, then walked to my vanity and sat down. In the mirror I see the reflection of Stephen straightening the comforter. I run a brush through my hair while watching him till he’s finished.

Me; “Stephen, go check on Bridget and finish her laundry, she must have a hot date. Oh, she’s looking for her black jeans.”

Stephen; “Yes Mistress, they’re in the dryer.”

I watch in the mirror as he stands and walks across the room. No way! I spin my stool around and sure enough, his dick is hard and swinging back and forth with each step.

Me; “What the fuck Stephen, why is your dick hard?”

Stephen; “I’m sorry Mistress, I, I can’t stop it, It’s got a mind of its own lately.”

He pauses, looking down at it. I can see he’s slightly embarrassed and his face reddens. I take a few seconds to think.

Me; “Well, get my stick.”

Stephen; “Yes Mistress.”

He walks over and opens the closet. He locates the crop hanging on the back of the closet door, together with an assortment of leather floggers and whips, and takes it off the hook. Closing the door, he walks back to where I’m sitting and stands several feet away, holding the crop out with both hands. I look at his dick, it’s still sticking straight out. I look up at his face, he’s looking straight out over my head at the far wall, and biting his lower lip. I look back down, surprised his dick is still hard. Usually it’s gone soft at the thought of the crop. I take the crop from his outstretched arms, and he lets them fall to his side. I wait a few moments for his dick to soften but it doesn’t. Finally, I decide it’s time.

Me; “Get ready.”

I watch Stephen put his hands behind his back and scoots his feet a little further apart. Lastly, he pushes his hips forward causing his dick to bounce up and down as if waving at me while presenting it.

Stephen; “Ready Mistress.”

I wait another moment hoping he’ll soften but all I see is slight movement as it throbs. I raise the crop till it points straight up to the ceiling. I hear Stephen let out a soft gasp then suck in a deep breath. I concentrated on accuracy and bare down.

Swish ... Crack

Stephen screams, and his knees buckle. His dick bounces up and down, banging against his stomach a few times before settling down. He bends over gasping, taking a series of short breaths. His legs are shaky as he squirms in place, twisting at the waist, trying desperately to recover. His hands are still locked behind his back while he slowly straightens up. I look at his dick and see a nasty red line beginning at its head and continuing all the way to its base at a slight angle. His knees are still weak as he locks them back in place, to keep them from shaking.

I sit, waiting for his dick to soften. He’s moaning which is to be expected, and his breathing is labored and deep while recovering from the crop.

A minute or two pass with no shrinkage at all. I’m surprised, because usually just the thought of the crop is enough, but this time a full-blown swat hasn’t fixed it.

Me; “When’s the last time you came?”

Stephen; “Halloween Mistress.”

Me; “Halloween, you’re kidding? I thought Carrie was fucking you on her day, um, Mondays!”

Stephen; “She’s seeing Richard again Mistress.”

Me; “Really? I thought that was over when he cheated on her.”

Stephen; “Evidently not Mistress.”

I look up into his eyes and see he’s recovered some but still breathing deep. Then I look down at his dick and the line is changing from a bright red to a bluish purple. He’s still hard and it’s slightly lifting each time it throbs.

Me; “So you haven’t cum since that fountain trick at the Sigma Kappa Sorority party? That was three weeks ago.”

Stephen; “No Mistress.”

Me; “Interesting, go to your corner.”

I watched Stephen walk to the corner near the head of my bed and kneel, facing into my bedroom. I walk to the door and open it. Stepping into the hallway I yell out.

Me; “Carrie, Bridget! Meeting in my room right now!”

Back in my bedroom I look over at Stephen who’s now kneeling and looking down at the floor. His dick is still rock hard and twitching ever so slightly.

Me; “Start jerking it.”

Stephen; “Yes Mistress.”

I sit down at my vanity listening to doors opening and foot falls coming down the hallway. Stephen is jerking his dick with his right hand while keeping his left positioned slightly in front of his dick, ready just in case.

First Bridget, then Carrie walks into my room. They both look over at Stephen stroking himself in his corner.

Bridget; “What’s up?”

Both are standing side by side, Carrie having just gotten out of the shower, one towel wrapped around her body and another wrapped around her wet hair. Bridget is wearing only a sweater and black panties. Both looking at me with a puzzled look of their faces.

Me; “Did either of you know Stephen hasn’t come since Halloween?”

Carrie; “How would I know when he came last?”

Bridget; “I don’t keep track!”

Me; “Hey, we had a deal! The cage stays off for quick and easy access so you can ride him whenever you want, but he can’t go walking around the house with a fucking boner all the time!”

Carrie; “He always has a boner lately.”

Me; “Well yeah, because he hasn’t cum for three fucking weeks! Which one of you used him last?”

Carrie; “I haven’t since Monday, but he only licked me off!”

I looked at Bridget, waiting for her response.

Bridget; “Fine, this morning but only to lick me off, I didn’t fuck him!”

Me; “I don’t care how often he licks you off but if he’s going to walk around hard constantly I’m caging him again. Fuck, he got stiff licking me and now look at him.”

Bridget; “That’s gross, I thought it was just us making him hard.”

Carrie; “He’s your brother, can’t you just tell him to get it soft? Besides, why’s he getting a boner with you anyway?”

Me; “Because you two aren’t letting him cum. It’s not my job to make him cum, it’s yours remember? Cage off and you’ll keep it under control. Fuck he can’t help it, don’t blame him!”

Bridget; “Why doesn’t he just ask if he needs to cum that bad?”

I throw my arms up in disbelief.

Me; “Carrie do you want to field that one?” I watch her look down first then at Bridget.

Carrie; “Because he’s not allowed to beg.”

Me; “Bingo!”

We hear moaning from the corner and look toward Stephen. He’s on the edge and squeezing his dick hard. He’s jerking slowly and pausing between strokes. In the silence I hear him just above a whisper.

Stephen; “Mistress, I’m ready whenever.”

I look at both Carrie and Bridget. They’re looking at Stephen edging himself and I can tell they feel guilty. I thought for a moment Bridget was going to speak, but then she didn’t.

Me; “Fine, do it, you know what to do.”

Stephen; “Thank you, Mistress.”

I watch him speed up and get ready before looking back at Carrie and Bridget.

Me; “Look, we made a deal. It was your jobs to keep his dick under control not mine. I have a cage for that. So either you both take better care of his dick when you’re done with him or the cage goes back on. What’s it going to be?”

Carrie; “Off, I’ll make sure he cums if he’s hard.”

Bridget; “Me too.”

We hear him let out a loud moan, and look over at him. He’s looking down and pounding himself hard while covering the end with his free hand to catch his cum. When he finally has some control, he tips his head back and continues slowly stroking it, letting the cum spill out into the palm of his left hand. We watch him squeezing it from base to its head, milking it. Finally, he looks down at what he’s done, and we watch him wipe the end off onto the side of his palm. As he holds his dick motionless he lifts his left hand to his lips and tips it up, sipping it into his mouth. He makes little slurping noises as it goes in, then begins licking his hand. I look back at the girls as they watch Stephen finish himself off.

Me; “I took care of it this time, but from now on it’s up to you two. It’s not like you haven’t seen him do that lots of times. Shit we all grew up together for crying out loud. He was both of your first fuck, and you should at least give him a little credit for how many times he’s been there for you between boyfriends.”

Bridget; “Yeah, but he’s almost like a brother. I mean shit, he’s ok to fuck sometimes, and he can lick better than any bf ever, but he’s still your twin brother when it comes right down to it.”

Me; “Yeah and who’s reaped the benefit of that our whole life? We all have. Right Carrie, hell, he took you to the prom!”

Carrie; “That’s only because Scott had the flu and couldn’t go. Besides, I didn’t even fuck him that night.”

Bridget; “Yes you did, I was there, remember?”

Carrie; “Well, I can’t remember every time I’ve fucked him.”

Me; “Shit, enough! Anyway, just take care of it from now on. Okay, now are you two riding home with us tomorrow for Thanksgiving, we’re leaving at 10?”

Bridget; “I am.”

Carrie; “Me too but can you drop me off at my grandparents?”

Me; “Yeah no problem.”

Bridget; “Hey Stephanie, look, I have to go soon and Stephen hasn’t finished my laundry yet!”

Me; “Fine, there he is, tell him.”

We all look toward Stephen who’s just finished licking his hand clean. When he sees us looking he puts both hands behind his back and looks ahead. His dick finally softened.

Bridget; “Stephen, I have a date in like 30 minutes, so I need my black jeans! Where’s my clothes?”

Stephen; “Your jeans are in the dryer, and dry by now Mistress B.”

Bridget; “Well, go get them, hurry!”

We watch as Stephen jumps up and hurry across the room saying.

Stephen; “Yes Mistress B, sorry.”

Bridget; “Thanks, hey, wash your hands before touching my stuff!”

Stephen; “Of course Mistress B.”

We watch Stephen disappear down the hallway. I again turned to the girls.

Me; “I didn’t mean to come down so hard on you, it’s just I can’t be the only responsible person here. Look, neither of you have to lift a finger here because Stephen does everything for you. You don’t even pay rent, so the least you can do is make sure he cums regularly. I can’t be expected to do it, I’m not the one fucking him you are. I only need his tongue and have no use for his dick.”

Carrie; “I know and I’m sorry. I saw him walking around hard cleaning the kitchen yesterday and I should have asked him why. I’ll start making sure he cums now and then since I probably fuck him the most.”

Me; “Fine, but both of you need to watch him. We’ve been best friends since third grade, so I know I can count on you, ok! Carrie, get dressed and let’s go see what he started for dinner. Bridget, send him down as soon as you’re done with him.”

Bridget; “Okay.”

Thursday Nov 22 9:30 AM Thanksgiving Day

After sleeping till 8, then showering and getting ready to go, I walked into the dining room where Bridget is sitting at the table. She’s having her regular oatmeal and toast with orange juice. I walk past her to my regular chair at the head of the table and sit down.

Me; “Good morning Bridget, how did your date go?”

Bridget; “He’s an ass, took me for pizza at Barneys and then some girl walked over and started yelling at him. Turns out he has a girlfriend.”

Me; “I bet that was awkward, what did you do?”

Bridget; “Uber’d to the mall.”

Stephen walks in from kitchen carrying a plate of sliced apples. When he sees me, he sets the plate down in the center of the table and steps to me, dropping to his knees and bending over to kiss the top of my right shoe.

Stephen; “Good morning Mistress.”

Me; “Did you buy anything new?”

Bridget; “I bought a new sweater and these awesome boots!”

Bridget spun to the side and stretched her leg out showing me her boot. I turned to the side, pulling my foot from under Stephen’s lips to see. They were great, dark brown shiny leather and at least 3-inch heels. More of a fair weather winter boot, and definitely looked hot on her.

Me; “Wow I love them, great color, do they go with the sweater?”

Bridget; “Yep!”

Stephen had risen and headed back into the kitchen. I spun back to the table and reached for a slice of apple as Bridget picks up her spoon and takes another bite of her oatmeal.

A moment later we both look up as Carrie walks into the dining room with her usual wide smile.

Carrie; “Good morning, am I late?”

Bridget; “Morning Carrie.”

Me; “Morning, you’re not late.”

Carrie walks to her usual chair to my left grabbing an apple slice as she sat down. While Bridget tells Carrie the same story about her date and trip to the mall, Stephen walks back in and sets down a plate with a soft scrambled egg and wheat toast in front of me. Then sets my cup of tea down before looking at Carrie and waiting for a pause in the conversation.

Stephen; “Good morning Mistress C, juice or tea this morning?”

Carrie smiles up at Stephen.

Carrie; “Good morning Stephen, I think orange juice and just a slice of toast this morning, thank you.”

Stephen; “Yes Mistress C.”

I can’t help but notice Carrie looked down at Stephen’s dick as he turns back toward the kitchen door. I smile inwardly thinking about yesterday and his erection problem. Maybe she’s serious about her promise this time.

We sit and enjoy our breakfast for another half hour. I look at the clock and realize we need to get going soon. Stephen is standing in his usual spot by the kitchen door waiting.

Me; “Have you two packed and ready to go?”

Bridget and Carrie say their suitcases are in their room, as is mine.

Me; “Stephen, go get dressed for the trip. Make sure to put your cage on, then load the bags.”

I finished my tea and began scrolling through Insta while waiting to go. The girls are talking about what they’re going to do for the weekend. I hear the back door opening and closing several times and make a mental note that Stephen hasn’t fixed that squeaky hinge. After 10 minutes Stephen walks into the dining room. I look up at him standing in the doorway dressed for the first time in weeks. He’s wearing the driving clothes mother insisted on getting him when we moved into this house back in August. I didn’t necessarily want him wearing it, but I know better than argue with mother. Besides, she wouldn’t let me come to college unless she could buy this house and bring Stephen along to take care of me. And it’s nice to have my two bff’s living with me. Mother is paying Carrie’s tuition, but Carrie doesn’t know it. I can’t break you three up after all these years she said. We decided not to tell Carrie because we don’t want her feeling personally indebted.

It’s a two-hour drive home and a beautiful day for a road trip. We listen to music and talk about our plans for a party before Christmas break.

We finally arrive at Carrie’s grandparents house. She gives us both a hug before Stephen got her suitcase out of the trunk, then opens the door. Carrie smiles as she steps out and turns to me.

Carrie; “Say hello to my mom and dad if you see them.”

Me; “I will, have fun, and we’ll pick you up Sunday. I’ll text on the way.”

Bridget; “Have fun!”

Stephen closes the door, and as he’s getting back in the car says.

Stephen; “Have a nice weekend Mistress C.”

The next 10 minutes home went quickly. Bridget lives across the street from us, and we live right next door to Carrie’s parents. We all grew up neighbors so it’s no wonder we’ve been friends for so long. This is our first time home since moving out to attend college, and we’re excited to see everyone.

Arriving at Bridget’s, Stephen helped get her suitcase, and we agreed to meet later on this evening after dinner. Stephen pulled across the street to the gate, pushed the code and entered when the gate opened. He pulled around the circle drive and up to the front. After opening the door, he helped me out of the car, then assisted in straightening my skirt to make sure everything was perfect. The black leather skirt and matching jacket over the purple satin top looked good, the dark stockings and 4 inch heels set it all off. Mother has specific preferences in her dress code for me and I want things to go well. We had bumped heads a few times over the summer after I turned 18, and I don’t want any static from that.

As I walked to the front door Stephen drove around back to the garage. He will be coming in through the rear vestibule, and changing into whatever is appropriate for today, most likely nothing.

The front door was locked, and since I don’t have a front door key I rang the doorbell. After a minute the door opened and Dana’s face lit up with a big smile. She was almost stuttering as she stepped to the side to make way for me to enter.

Dana; “O O Oh M Mistress Stephanie welcome home Mistress!”

As soon as I got inside, she closed the door and spun around quickly, then threw herself down onto her knees looking up at me.

Me; “Hi Dana, it’s good to see you too! How are you?”

She wrapped her arms around my thighs giving me a hug.

Dana; “I’m wonderful, and glad you’re home early Mistress. Your mother will be so happy.”

Me; “I’m sure she will.”

Dana let go of my thighs and bent at the waist, lowering her lips to my feet, and kissing each shoe before gracefully rising. She pushed back and stood, still with the broad smile on her face. She was wearing her typical french maid outfit, breasts barely covered and about to pop a button. The little dress hiding none of the stockings, the 6 inch stilettos made her tower over me by almost a full head.

Dana; “Please come Mistress.”

Dana turned and began walking through the foyer. I turned to follow although I knew where I wanted to go. Dana could walk in spikes smoother and as graceful as anyone I’ve seen. I watched her hips sway back and forth in rhythm with her long blonde ponytail, and I understood why my mother has kept her. She’s been here since the summer I turned 10, making her probably about 30, give or take.

When we get to the end of the foyer, I look up at the life-size portrait of mother hanging on the wall under lights. Not many are brave enough to display a portrait of themselves, but mother has never been just anybody. This portrait was from a movie she made about 15 years ago where she played a southern bell in a remake of one of those old time plantation movies. I smile thinking how appropriate it is.

Dana turns to the left which leads to a huge gathering room where mother displays her art collection. As we walk in, I notice the room is vacant except for the far corner of the room. We step closer and Dana side steps to keep her distance from the far corner, but when I pause she stops and points to the proximity detectors on the wall. I nod when I see them.

Me; “Is mother being creative or is he in trouble?”

Dana; “Not sure, but he’s been there since noon Mistress Stephanie.”

We stand just out of range of the detectors. He’s kneeling naked on a corner table. His knees are spread wide and sitting back on his crossed ankles. He’s wearing a ring gag and dripping saliva from his chin. His right hand is held inches from his rock hard cock, as if ready to grip it at any moment, and his left hand held behind his back. His eyes are glazed over as if in a trance, deep in concentration and looking straight ahead. I haven’t seen him for months, and he’s keeping his eyes diverted from me. I hold up my hand and wave but ignored. I look over at Dana who is looking back and forth from him then me. Finally, out of curiosity I walk toward him. After taking two steps I’ve tripped the motion sensors and suddenly spotlights turn on, lighting him up. Simultaneously he grabs his cock and begins jerking it hard and fast. I continue the last 4 or 5 steps till I’m directly in front of him. He’s looking straight ahead pounding his cock, paying no attention to me whatsoever. I look right into his eyes watching his expressions and occasional eye movement. I know he sees me but obviously ignoring me. Finally, I can resist no longer. Looking up at him, I finally say.

Me; “Hi daddy!”

I look him right in the eyes, then he slowly looks down into mine, and even with the ring gag stretching his mouth uncomfortably wide I sense a smile and sense he’s happy to see me. He continues pounding his cock as we lock eyes. The bright spotlights are hot and I can feel the heat from them even though they’re directed at him. After a few moments I break our stare, looking down at his hand stroking his hard cock.

Me; “Good to see you daddy.”

I turn and walk back toward Dana, and as I step out of range of the motion detectors the lights turn off. When I look back he’s stopped stroking and once again holding his hand inches away from his cock, ready to grab it. His eyes staring straight ahead, waiting for the inevitable. I look at Dana who has watched me greet my father.

Me; “Daddy looks good, has he lost some weight?”

Dana; “Mistress has had him eating vegan for the last month Mistress Stephanie.”

Me; “It’s working, but I bet daddy hates it.”

Dana; “He does Mistress.”

Dana turns, and we walk through another door leading down to the kitchen.

Dana; “Mistress is overseeing things in the kitchen and anxious to see you Mistress Stephanie.”

We’re heading toward the kitchen and I’m anxious to see mother as well. When we enter the kitchen, mother is sitting on a stool at the island holding a glass of wine. When she hears us walk in she looks our way and smiles excitedly. She slides off the stool as I walk up, and we hug for a long time.

Mother; “I’ve missed you so much sweetheart.”

Me; “I’ve missed you mom.”

We break our embrace and mother pushes me back at arms length.

Mother; “Let me take a look at you ... You look good enough to eat! Nice outfit.”

Me; “You look good yourself, how’ve you been mom?”

Mother; “Just fabulous!”

We stand looking at each other after being apart these long months. Mothers black skirt is shorter than mine, and she’s wearing a rust colored silk blouse. Very appropriate for fall. Her sheer stockings and black heels make her look sexy for a women of 43. After a moment, mother looks around the kitchen.

Mother; “Where’s Stephen, is he taking good care of you?”

Me; “He went to park the car, he’s doing great mom. where’s David?”

Mother; “He’s around here somewhere, maybe he’s helping your Uncle Bobby set the table. Dana, go find David and tell him his sister is here.”

Dana; “Yes Mistress.”

Dana turns and walks toward the dining room. I glance around the room, then smile when I see Monica and Bradley Anderson at the counter getting dinner ready. They’re both naked except for small white waist aprons and Monica’s spiked heels. They are excellent cooks, so I know this dinner will be, excellent.

Mother; “I want to catch up. Oh, you need a glass of wine don’t you sweetie! Jessica? Jessica? where are you?”

I hear a voice from inside the walk in pantry call back.

Jessica; “Yes Mistress?”

I don’t remember a Jessica, but mother often has new servants she’s training for herself or others.

Mother; “Jessica, come out here and get Stephanie a glass or wine and refill mine.”

Jessica; “Yes Mistress, right away.”

I can hear her heels on the tile floor as she steps through the door into the kitchen. My jaw dropped when I see her walk over to the small kitchen bar across the room. I hadn’t seen my High School Principal since graduation 6 months ago, when she handed me my diploma at the podium. She had often asked about my mother during school. My mother wasn’t one to go to teacher parent conferences, or attend school functions. Mostly because it often caused a fuss with people asking questions about her acting career. I had seen mother and principal Newman speaking after graduation, but I was busy with friends and didn’t hang out with my parents much that day. Now she’s standing at the bar wearing a red garter, red stocking and red spike heels. They’re perfect with her red hair flowing over her shoulders and half-way down her back. I looked at mother who smiled at me, knowing this is a surprise.

Mother and I are standing next to each other as Principal Newman turns and walks toward us carrying a stemmed wine glass. Her eyes are downcast as she steps directly in front of me. She lowers to the floor and kneels, then holds the glass of wine up with both hands. On her left wrist she’s wearing a gold chain with 2 pendants. One pendant was the letter C about the size of a dime. The other pendant was a circle with a cross centered within.

Jessica; “Your wine Mistress Stephanie.”

I take the glass from her and look at mother, and we both smile. Then, without a word, I watch my old principal bend to the floor, her hair spreading out over the floor around my feet as she kisses each shoe with an audible smooch.

Jessica; “It’s wonderful to see you, and it looks like college suits you Mistress Stephanie.”

Me; “College is great, how’ve you been Princi ... Jessica?”

Jessica; “This cunt is well, thank you for asking Mistress Stephanie.”

I look down at her. She has a hand on each side of my feet supporting herself while she hovers over them. I notice she is still wearing her wedding ring. When I look at mother, who’s grinning, and obviously proud of her accomplishment.

Me; “Are you still the School Principal?”

Jessica: “Yes, it’s been 7 years now, Mistress Stephanie.”

Me; “Good, everyone liked you, well almost everybody. How’s Mr Newman?”

Jessica; “Well thank you, Mistress Stephanie.”

Me; “So, where is he on Thanksgiving Day?”

Jessica; “The cuckold has taken our kids to his parents for Thanksgiving since this cunt is busy here Mistress Stephanie.”

Me; “I’m sure they’re enjoying it, and probably watching football about now.”

Jessica; “Probably, Mistress Stephanie.”

Mother; “Jessica, I don’t mean to break up homecoming but I still need that refill.”

Jessica; “Yes Mistress, Mistress Stephanie, may this cunt be excused.”

Me; “Sure, go ahead.”

Jessica; “Thank you, Mistress Stephanie.”

I watch Jessica rise to her feet and walk to the bar. Picking up the bottle of red wine, she walks back with her breast swaying gently. Her nipples were pierced with small bars, and the left nipple also has a ring. As she approached mother she slipped to her knees. She held the bottle up with both hands at a slight angle and waited for mother to lower the glass from her lips. After a few more sips to empty her glass, mother held her glass down. Jessica filled mothers glass, then mother raised it up, looking through it.

Mother; “This is good wine for being only a few years old and relatively inexpensive.”

Me; “It is.”

Jessica; “Will there be anything else Mistress?”

Mother; “So Steph, how are your classes?”

Me; “Good, everything is going great and I’m enjoying them too.”

Mother; “Great, I haven’t heard you mention a boy, or a girl either. Is there anyone special?”

Me; “I’ve gone on a couple of dates, but I’m still trying to get the house set up and studying right now. I just don’t have time to date and haven’t met the right guy”