Their fantasies were not tame, either. I was getting a real adult education, in grown-up frolicking. It was a game I would have loved to join in. I... usually came when I heard my mother peak, that was the thing that really made me pop my cork.Tonight, they made rather unsubtle remarks, that indicated that they not only knew of my ease dropping, but even expected it. That was quite interesting, and I was wondering if I could parlay that openness, into an open door policy. Nothing ventured,. Again there was a long silence before Graham Paxton said,“Please read the first 3 requirements on the first page again Siobhan, out loud please.” After another pause Siobhan did read them, her face and upper chest still as red as a London bus.After yet another pause Graham Paxton said,“The clock is ticking Siobhan, do I open the other envelope and let the staff know their fate?”Siobhan gave her father a pleading look but his face didn’t alter one little bit, so a good 5 minutes after she had. She seemed to lay the condescending attitude on thicker than usual that night. "Could you boys set the table". "I've poured you boys some milk — 'cause you've had way too much soda". I noticed she was drinking wine.Half way through our spaghetti dinner, I noticed a change in my sister. Her eyes became glassy. Her words began to slur. She seemed tipsy. When I looked over to my buddy, I knew something was up because he had a huge grin on his face. He told me later that he had slipped her some. Chris laughed. “No, other than the fact that you’re eating here. I mean I’m only eating here because I hate myself.”Amaya smiled. “I don’t hate myself yet, but I might if I have to finish this bagel.”“Now I’m supposed to ask your major,” Chris said. “I’m not sure why, but everyone asks me five minutes into a conversation. It might be a law.”“I noticed that too!” Amaya said. “I think it’s just a way to ask people questions that they are used to. For the record, I haven’t picked a major yet. I.