<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/38539b100bb1f67da40e72d1b5153d22/tumblr_mgzcxqfVqD1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Monica Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Getting the Daily Report</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>She was going to have to get Cassandra's car seen to.  Again.  Monica had insisted Cassandra raise half the money herself to buy her car.  Not because Monica couldn't afford it, or a much nicer one for her, but to teach responsibility and taking care of your things.  Cassandra was the child of her body and her heart, oh especially her heart, but she sometimes wished she was the child of her mind.  The girl was vibrant and smart and just so adorably spunky but she was unpredictable.  Inconsistent.  Cassandra didn't have the same internal control, the same self-discipline Monica possessed and it frustrated both of them.  If only she hadn't had to leave her alone so much when she was a baby and a toddler.  Monica frowned, then frowned again at herself for doing what she'd tell others not to do; worrying about the past.  "Move on," she said quietly to herself and got busy with washing up a stubborn pan.  The coating was wearing off and a cookie had stuck.  Bothersome thing!<br/><br/>Adriaana had replied to Monica's text.  Now there was a good girl!  Hosting her was turning out to not only be a fun thing to do, it was enjoyable as well.  Monica hoped the year spent with her would help Cassandra mature that last little bit.  Adriaana was sweet and affectionate and absolutely no bother at all.  She liked to make people happy and responded very well to Monica's host-mothering.  She'd recognized what was at the core of that early on of course.  Adriaana was a submissive.  Unaware, naive, but a submissive.  She would be such a lovely addition to the Club, but Monica was moving with caution.<br/><br/>"Hello, girls," she called and looked over her shoulder from the sink as they entered.  "Uh uh," she warned her daughter.  "Backpacks on the floor by the table, not on my counter."<br/><br/>Monica sat the pan to soak and then dried her hands on a towel and folded it before setting it on the counter.  She watched as the girls settled in with their snack then brought each of them a glass of milk to wash it down.  Standing between them, Monica put a hand on each of their shoulders, fingertips sliding through their so very different hair and just resting on the back of the girl's necks.  "Each of you tell me about your day," she instructed.  "Adriaana, you first."<br/>