<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 Home then The Club</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Last Minute Instructions and Departure</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Adriaana and Cassandra</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">Three?  You must be half Gypsy to work that much magic.  Cassandra and I are on the way shortly.  I have to sort out a girl.  No, not that kind of girl.  Pity.  Lovely lips really and so adorably innocent.</tt><br/><br/>Monica sent the message then threw on a simple black shawl wrap on top of her outfit.  Monica's outfit (http://25.media.tumblr.com/5d3495034bc6a953fed4bee0ee0e9682/tumblr_mhvflcwFOk1rlxy60o1_500.jpg) was long flowing skirt that went clear down to the floor and hung straight but was cut full.  A Domme couldn't be expected to hobble around like some silly girl.  Atop that a leather cincher cum corset nipped her waist in and pushed her boobs up.  She completed the look with a little pair of adorable lace gloves and a silly-anywhere-but-at-the-Club necklace; a heavy thing with wings on a sturdy chain.  With the shawl as a wrap and gloves in her purse, it looked merely like she was wearing something that might pass at the symphony.  And if anyone did see?  Monica didn't care.  She knew who she was and what she liked.  The only reason she tried to conceal it was for the security of the Club and the girls.<br/><br/>Cassandra was far less confident than her mother and had most of her outfit in the backpack.  Monica gave her daughter a sharp, appraising look then nodded in approval.  She handed over the keys to her BMW x5 to Cassandra.  "You'll drive.  Your seat and mirror are in setting number 2.  Please do not mess with 1 as those are my settings.  Go on.  I have to talk to Adriaana."  She smiled at her daughter, giving Cassandra the rare privilege of driving the SUV.  She kissed Cassandra on the cheek then found Adriaana.<br/><br/>"You have my cell," she told the beautiful blonde girl.  "Use it if you must, but don't be casual with it.  I'd prefer not to be interrupted while Cassandra and I are out.  No more cookies and I'd like you to text me when you go to bed so I know you're safe.  Absolutely no boys in the house, Adriaana.  And I know you know where the liquor cabinet is.  I also know you know I have a hairbrush," she warned.<br/><br/>"Now, be a good girl and I'll see you very late tonight or early tomorrow morning."  She held Adriaana's hands in her own then kissed her.<br/><br/>On the lips.<br/><br/>It was brief, not at all forceful, but it was absolutely not the way a mother kissed her daughter.<br/><br/>Monica joined Cassandra in the BMW, taking a seat in the back.  "Something classical on the radio, please, Cassandra," she instructed and sat back to be driven to the Club.<br/>