‘How are you feeling now Sindie honey?’ she asked me. ‘ A little better especially since it not even noon yet and you spiked my tea with a littl... rum. Thank you.’ I replied. ‘So why did you call me instead of the police?’ ‘Because you were the first person that came to mind. And I thought that you would have calmed me down enough to tell me to call the police.’ I replied. She sighed and she told me to pack some things that I would need for the rest of the weekend and for work that week. I. She was visibly hammered, and struggling to even stand. She turned on all the lights, oblivious to the fact that was there sleeping. My first thoughts were anger. How could she have stayed out so late. How could she get so drunk and drive home. What was she thinking. But my anger quickly disappeared when I saw her start to take off her clothes. She had kicked off her shoes, pulled her top off, and was struggling with her jeans. She pulled them down, bringing her panties with them, and had. Besides mornings with you, there’s no time in my day that I consider mine. I get so mad when I think of time and energy I spend on all of them. I try hard to bend over backwards but it never works and I feel guilty for upsetting the applecart. Wish she get with the program. She’s so self centered, lost in her own family’s world with that damn store they run. Wish she get a grip and realize the world doesn’t revolve around her family and all their goings on. All of them demanding immediate. "Oh gosh, I haven't brought any make-up with me." Don't worry, my dear, Alison's here." She led her over to the make-up girls. "All you need is a touch of lipstick, a tiny bit of blusher and a dusting of powder." The lead girl produced the required items that matched what Becca would be wearing. She also gave her a small bottle of scent.Alison took her to the hotel and checked her in, pointed out the bar to her and, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, said, "See you there at half past seven. 'Bye.