It's morning and your dad is packing for a business trip. He fervently scurries about the house gathering clothing and work material to pack for his week long conference in California. As he finished his packing, I go into the kitchen and begin making breakfast.
Dan, your dad, finishes packing and comes into the kitchen to find me standing at the stove cooking breakfast wearing a thin white cotton robe that falls to about knee level. Placing his omelette on the table, I turn towards the fridge and pour him a glass of juice.
My name is Julie. I am 44 years old. I have blonde hair, green eyes and a well-kept figure. I am 5'8" tall, weigh about 135 pounds. Your dad and I married last year after dating for about six months. At first I was unsure about getting into an "instant family" situation, but over that past months I have grown accustomed to and even comfortable around my new step-son.
The cab rolls up the driveway and honks to signal it's here. Your dad gets up from the table, grabs his bags and gives me a quick kiss on my lips before heading out the door. I say my goodbyes and he apologizes again for having to leave as he gets in the cab. I give him a wave and off he goes to the airport.