The next morning your up and packed ready to go to the Airport. You wore a simple red shirt with white skirt.
Paul (who insist that you call him Dwight now) is out short there after with the luggage. "You know you could have helped me carry some of this you know." "Well Dwight if stop call me Barbara, I'll be glad to stop acting like her." You say as you lean on the Ferrari.
Paul rolls his eyes before getting in the car. As your heading the airport you can help, but smile as your long hair is blown back in the convertible. Soon your in the airport and are boarding your plane, you our surprised by the lack of security and ease to get on the plane. You say to Paul "Well it was nice, but I don't think it makes up for the lack of internet." Paul shakes his head in agreement
Following take off Paul says "Ok Barbs. Your Mother said she'll send someone to pick us up. I'm going to spend my time with your father. We're going Golfing, lucky for me that was a hobby of mine when I was a teenager. You are going to spend your day with your Mom and apparently your little brother's in town." "Pau- I mean Dwight. What if I screw up, what if they can tell that I'm not her."
Your friend turned husband puts his arm around your shoulder. "You'll do fine. Just don't talk to much, and if something goes wrong, well I'll think of something."