“There! He’s finally awake!” the sock said, stepping back to join its mate on the mattress. Tristan took a look around, seeing his track pants s...raddling him, his Nike socks standing next to his head, and other items of his own clothing moving on their own to observe the proceedings on the bed. His under armour shoes walked themselves over to the head of the bed on the floor while another pair of Nike shoes jumped out of the shoe rack, walking over to join the UA shoes.“This is the weirdest. This morning, however, was Saturday. That fact dawned on me when I didn't hear the hairdryer running. I wondered where Angela might be and then I smelled the coffee. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee and something that smelled delicious drifted into the bedroom from the kitchen below.I groggily got out of bed, grabbed a robe, and headed downstairs as I tried to finish waking up. When I arrived, I saw Angela curled up on the window seat, sipping a cup of coffee and staring outside.When she heard. Lynn was looking at me – and her eyes were slightly wet, with her cheeks rosy from the cold and her face suddenly so different. The smile was completely gone. Changed. I’d wiped it off of her, all right. Gren was still looking at her. I frowned and walked up to my father, getting in between them to get his eyes to come to me as I led the horse. His eyes broke contact with her and he looked at me, with almost a curious expression. ‘Well, I wasn’t worried,’ he said, in his large and friendly. She then revealed to me how her husband is always on tour and she is left alone with no one. I asked her jokingly that she does not miss him, she looked into my eyes and replied, I sure do, but whets the use, he is business minded guy.I looked again into her eyes and I saw a sparkle which any one can tell is invitation in her eyes.I slowly changed the topic and started chatting more on sex related topics, she was also showing much interest. I got up and went to bring another glass of soft.