Name: Eric Caldwell<br/>Location: Master Bathroom to Kitchen<br/>Approximate Time: 6:48 AM<br/>Tagging/Mentioned: Irina/Sam, Olivia thought of<br/>Wearing: Business Suit<br/><br/>There was no important meeting today, or any work function he wanted to look good for, but Eric was wearing his favorite suit.  It wasn't anything special, just a black suit and tie, white button-up beneath.  He liked the fabric, though, and the subtle sheen it gave off in the light.  He wasn't particularly bold in his fashion choices, yet another way he paled in comparison to his beautiful younger wife.<br/><br/>He headed into the kitchen to grab some coffee on the way to work, more to keep up appearances than anything else, as he wasn't exactly worried about staying wake.  He had a surprise planned that would be anything but boring.<br/><br/>He walked into the kitchen to see his daughter Sam in the kitchen as well, already working on some coffee of her own.  "Morning," he said politely, but tried not to look in her direction, since he'd already been treated to an eyeful of her ass hanging out the back of her yoga shorts.  He found himself looking away from her more and more often lately, not wanting to come to terms with how her body was developing, and not comfortable with how much of it was viewable to him at any time.<br/><br/>Turning away, he also saw Irina in her sweats, maybe planning an early morning run before school?  He thought it was odd, since there wasn't a whole lot of time to kill before she would have to start getting ready for school, but he didn't want to get into a talk about the day's plans, since he didn't want to lie about the fact that he was taking the day off, nor did he want to tell his daughters that he was going to try and fuck their mom today.  Besides, he wasn't worried about Irina.  She was a good, responsible girl, and he knew she'd be ready on time.  He tossed her a quick but warm smile as he made his coffee.  Even casually, she was dressed appropriately, still a good girl.  Well, 1 for 2 aint bad.