You come home after a long day of work to find a girl on your couch in tears. It's not new for the girl to be there, but it's new for her to be in tears.

Her name is Amy, and she's the most attractive lesbian you've seen outside a porn movie. Her hair is long, dark, and brown. Her eyes are a crystal blue, which are usually blocked by her surprisingly sexy glasses. She has a body to die (or kill) for--Leggy, hour glass figure, and tits that have made men cry.

You, in fact, have almost been brought to tears by them--By the fact that she's a lesbian and would never go out with a man. She's a femi-Nazi, man-hater, and womanizer--And you're wildly attracted to her like you've never been for anyone.

But for the moment, you turn your attention to her crying.

"What's wrong?" you ask.

"My girlfriend broke up with me!" she cries, briefly looking up at you.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you say, searching for better words.

She brushes her tears away. "Well, what are you going to do about it, I guess? That's life."

"Yeah," you respond. Now you are desperate to say anything smarter, anything better.

What Do You Do?