The memory of the day before was still fresh on my mind. I had licked my daughter until she had come, after she had given me a nice blow job earlier i... the day. The memory made my normal morning wood harder than usual. My feet touched the floor and I made myself to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. Once dressed I headed to the kitchen where I could hear Kimberly moving around and preparing for breakfast. I was sad to see that she was fully dressed. I had liked the sight of her firm. Struggle as I might I wasn't getting myself free. All I seemed to do wasto make the knots tighter. Things had toned down downstairs. All kinds ofthings started to flash through my head. They were getting knives, mayberope and they were going to hand me, or maybe Diane's mom had a gun. Ihated the quiet more than the loud voices because that let my mind runwild and I had a pretty vivid imagination.It was only 5:30 when I heard the door being unlocked. I struggled to turnmy head and look over at. ’ ‘I know, we were here Thursday of last week. She plays passages of that night’s piece on the piano before the soloist arrives. The tuner adjusts it if she says to do so. I drove us here that night and I got to meet some of the orchestra including the maestro. She introduced me as a former student. I added I was also her present day waitress, that she had done her best but it didn’t take. I stood by her as she checked out the piano but I tell you in front of at all those seats the stage is. She looks back at and speaks to her daughter, ‘You know the best part of giving gifts is seeing the look on peoples’ faces. Especially on my lovely daughter’s birthday – if I am not the one physically giving you the joy, I want to at least be present to see your face and the joy it brings you!’ Claire turns and addresses you again, ‘You’ll have to forgive me, she is my daughter and I love being there for her. I know I treat the whole company as family, but with her I do get a bit maternal. It.