Male, moving in with dad

" Just stop by my office and get my house keys, I'll leave them with the receptionist, I have meetings all afternoon" dad replied in business like fashion. That's just how he was, always working, and probably the reason my parents got divorced.

You make my way through the upscale suburban neighborhood, to your fathers house on the lake.

As you exit your car and grab your bags front the trunk, you notice a lady in her mid thirties, working in her flower bed next door. She is dressed in blue jeans, t-shirt, wearing garden gloves, garden boots and a bandana on her head. She smiles and waves at you.

You unlock the door and enter and make your way to the basement, dropping your bags at the bottom of the stairs and walking over to the sliding glass door, that leads out to the lake.