<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vivianna Lawson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131094.msg5824390#msg5824390)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Mark's Front Porch<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day 2, afternoon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Amber<br/><br/>(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/V62.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Vivianna had gotten up extra early just to go over everything she'd packed for the millionth time. She'd spent her nights after work the past week, not with friends as usual, but instead shopping for all the supplies she thought she'd need at her Master's house. Master. She had grinned at the thought. The name had gotten much easier to say in her mind.<br/><br/>She'd gotten out of bed, tried relaxing in the hot shower, obsessively shaved and bathed once again, brushed her teeth, drank a cup of coffee or three, brushed her teeth again... Then, of course, she'd gone over everything she'd packed. It was Friday, and a dress down day at work, but Vivi had still gone through three outfits before selecting her current one (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/1-3-1.jpg). It probably wasn't quite appropriate, but she threw on a white cardigan (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/2-4.jpg), and forced herself out the door. She wouldn't have left otherwise.<br/><br/>She'd stuffed her suitcase and cello (http://www.musiciansbuyline.com/images/cello-image.jpg) in her trunk and popped the ton of muffins she'd made the previous night in her back seat. She'd made about twice as much food as she normally made. She couldn't sleep the night before and just kept baking. Master had promised to teach her all she needed to know but she still caught herself opening a new window online to do research on several occasions throughout the week. She'd managed to refrain but that last night, the temptation had been difficult.<br/><br/>Her anxiety was nearly as high as it was the first meeting and her co-workers could tell. All day she'd been off in her own head day dreaming, or nervously tapping her foot, she'd even been clumsy and nearly spilled the water, trying to change the water can. She couldn't really help it. It felt as though her entire world had changed the moment her Master had accepted her. Colors were brighter, noises were softer, smells were more pungent, tastes were more decadent... She couldn't wait to be back in his arms once more! Feel those rough masculine lips on her own...<br/><br/>She walked now to her car, a skip in her step. She'd taken off work a couple hours early. It didn't really matter. All the lawyers and assistants were out celebrating happy hourS already. She slid into her Nissan (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vovUWdOWU18/TrEhtWj7H6I/AAAAAAAACzs/E9ecVHILMhw/s1600/Nissan-Maxima.jpg) and buckled up, settling down for the long drive ahead of her. She smiled softly to herself the whole way, listening to her favorite soft rock station.<br/><br/>When she pulled up in Master's driveway, she was almost shocked to see the other car. Then she remembered. A sinking feeling settled in her stomach as she remembered there was to be a second girl. She parked behind the other car and got out, straightening her dress. Her hands began to shake as she pulled her suitcase (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/suitcase.jpg) and cello from her trunk. They were the only things she still had left from her old life. Luckily, it rolled. She slammed the trunk and locked the doors, slinging her cello (http://www.jrjuddviolins.com/images/cases/pacific_custom_cello_case.jpg) over her shoulder. Her white pumps (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/pumps.jpg) clicked on the ground, in beat with her nerves, as she drug her suitcase behind her. She approached the door, cleared her throat, smoothed her hair and dress, and knocked... lightly on the door.