Ellen strolled down the hallway, humming softly to herself. Chase walked about a foot behind her and, though she didn't look back, she knew his eyes were glued to her swaying rear, taking in every detail of her curvacious form. Before he seemed to know it, they were in the kitchen, and he only barely managed to lift his eyes before Ellen had turned. It took him a few moments to realize Ellen was motioning at the fridge. "...

Ellen watched in disbelief as her daughter, Samantha, 'Sam' to her friends, dashed down the stairs. She had ten minutes to get to work and she'd only woken up five minutes ago. Apparently her alarm hadn't rang, but Ellen knew her daughter - more likely she'd forgotten to set it, or completely ignored it. Samantha ducked into the kitchen, offering a quick, "Thanks for waking me! Gotta' go!" while pawing at a slice of toast...