They were both eating silently, each completely absorbed in their own activity.The contrast between meals with her parents and meals with the Puretti ...amily couldn't be more stark. The Puretti meals had been noisy and turbulent. For the first couple of days, Sally had felt overwhelmed, despite the Purettis doing everything they could to make her feel welcome. Such chaotic meals had been so far from anything in Sally's experience that she didn't know how to act. Gradually Sally had adapted and. My heart felt that I had known her all my life. I rolled over and kissed her cheek. She stirred, stretched, and looked at me. A sweet smile appeared on her face. It was the kind that cannot be faked."We need to get up and get ready for the day. Michael and Michelle will be leaving this morning," I said. "I'll go make breakfast. What would you like?" Coffee first, and then more coffee; actually danish and fruit would be nice," she said.I put on my lounging pants and t-shirt. I went out of the. Friday morning I gathered my things and started the four hour trip to dad's house. I had packed nothing but red clothes and several pair of red heels. I had on a red mini skirt, red tank top and red platform heels. Of course I had on no bra or panties since I knew he would take me as soon as I walked in. I called him while I was driving to let him know I was coming for the weekend so he wouldn't be alone. He was happy I was coming and couldn't wait to see me. The drive was boring but I knew it. Jess was already halfway across the room again. “Something to drink?” “A bottle of whiskey. A coke will do too.” Well, at least I hadn’t lost my humor. “Coming right up.” While I could hear Jess rummaging in the kitchen, I looked around the room and thought about our strange relationship. We had both started out college together, business studies, and shared a dorm room for the first half year. We had gotten on quite well, even though she was a bit overbearing and controlling, but we had.