The next morning

The next morning finds you waking, blinking as the sunlight streams through the window, landing on your face. You groan and roll over, before sitting up. It's Saturday after all, and you don't want to waste the day in bed. {if arousal < 50} You pout as your thighs slide together, sending little sparks up your spine. You shiver and keep moving {endif} You climb out of the bed and pad down to the kitchen, where your husband has made you breakfast. And more importantly, coffee.

He hands you the cup as you enter, and you give him a peck on the cheek before sipping at the hot steaming drink with a sigh of contentment. Troy smiles. "Ready for the party tonight?"
You frown. "Do I have to go?"
Troy seems about to get a little angry before he calms himself. This is an argument you've had before. "Please sweetie, I need you to go to this work party. It'll be good for my promotion."
You shake your head. Always the promotion. But after a moment, you relent and nod. "Alright babe. For you. But know that I'll be upset that I'm surrounded by ugly old men all night."

At that point, your stepdaughter, Cassie skips into the room. At only eighteen, she's a breath of fresh air. Her slightly curly brown hair bobs as she rushes over to hug you and then her father. "So, Daddy! I know you're going out tonight, but I was wondering, can I go out to Abby's tonight? Pleaaaassse?" She bats her eyelids at her father but Troy simply shakes his head.
"No, you know the rules."
"Please Daddy?" She looks about to cry as she turns to you. "Alley, can I go? Please? Pretty please?"
You look from your stepdaughter's pleading eyes to your husband's stern, protective gaze.