Lindra had a smirk on her face as she ran around what was, for today<em>her</em>part of the house, because her father was acting weird and avoiding her like the plague. She was getting ready, gradually getting everything packed for the weekend, as well as getting showered and dressed. She knew of the arrangement, and she was feeling mischievous, as well as the adrenaline that came from excitement.  She was also interested in what it would be like to talk to the other daughters that were taking part in this, seeing what their experience has been like. Sighing, she was ready to go, wearing a dark red button down shirt and a black pleated skirt with black tennis shoes, it was time to go make the father talk to her.  Grabbing her bag with everything that she needed including some fun playthings, and a granola bar for breakfast, she wandered around the house until she found her father, "Dad, I need to somehow get to this man's house. Could I have the address so that I can call a cab, please?" Save for explaining and getting her to agree to the situation, he had done a pretty good job of avoiding the topic in conversation.