<em>Diana Brooks was your typical second wife.  Long legs, curvy hips and black as night hair made a stunning entrance.  Diana was used to being spoiled.  She didn't need alot of attention as long as her credit card had no limit and her husband kept up on the jewelry.  She watches as the van is packed, ordering everyone around as usual.  Sitting in the front seat next to Darren she smiles and squeezes his hand back.  All the while her mind is wandering why in the hell they were going to this beach.  The sand.. yuck....hot sun....yuck.  What was she supposed to do all summer?  She would never say any of this out loud.  Darren had been so excited to hit the road with his brats, so now she pretends to be happy about the situation.<br/><br/>Her navy blue and white striped shirt tucked into navy colored polo shorts matched the color of her eyes.  The pale skin she guarded as if her life depended on it, was always dressed with just enough make up.  Slender fingers adorned with rings,nothing too flashy, ended at manicured nails.<br/><br/><strong>"I may have to take a rest and let you take over the driving... Think you're up to it in this rain?" </strong> she hears him say over her own thoughts.  She smiles and pats his hand.</em><strong>Not to worry dear.  I'll get us there safe and sound.  Why don't you just hop on into the back and take a little nap.  Relax...this is your trip dear.</strong><em>Thank god I won't have to talk to him!  He'll just go in the back and she can drive in peace until they reach this new hell hole that they'll call home for the next several months.</em>