It is later than she usually gets up, but she is the boss and thus gets to decide when she starts her day. And today she isn’t in a hurry.Looking ar...und the room, she can tell that her girlfriend, Danyelle, has not been home the night before. However, this isn’t unusual. Their relationship is open and they are both free to go out or even sleep with other people they chose to. And the thought of Danyelle naked, fucking some faceless person heats her center up like the sun itself. The moistness. "Come on Brandi, this is one of the easy ones. You're not even drunk yet, and when they get drunk you know that's when they're gonna start playing hard ball." Her friend Candace coached her from her right, but all Brandi could think about was Jack staring at her and the question she had to answer. She nervously stroked her wavy brown hair. She had gotten highlights last week. They looked good. Brandi started to drift away, thinking about her hair, floating away from this awful game. Then she. Mom was awake and making breakfast. It smelled very wonderful before I even made it into the kitchen."Pancakes and sausage sound good Sammy?" she asked."Oh yeah!" I answered, pouring a cup of coffee and taking an appreciative sip.Breakfast was good, and I got in a second cup of coffee, after which I had to endure an inspection to ease Mom's mind about my work attire. She insisted that she was driving me to work my first day, and that meant getting the bike in her car somehow. Fortunately, cars. Everything has been put away. Everything is tidy. His shirts are hung and the top buttons are buttoned. He almost never buttons them on the hangers. In the armoire, his clothes are folded and neat, much neater than he would have left them. The little cornhusk doll he got Sarah as a present is on the étagére in the den, still wrapped. Michael vaguely remembers putting it on the dining table just before he went back to the bedroom to surprise Sarah. He has a stray thought that he should put it.