Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

A father's requests were absolute, of course. All her life, Sarah's father had known what to do in any crisis, and all her life, the most important male figure in her life had guided her with a gentle, but firm hand. There was no room for arguing, and there was no room for second guessing when her father was quite right it would indeed get cold up in the house. Insulated as it was, it was not going to be warm for long without the heater running, and no matter how they might have packed the windows against the cold weather, air leaks did indeed happen and would sap whatever remaining warmth there might have been. It would be a few hours no doubt, until they could see their breath. Which meant that it was time to try to find something better. Her father's requests that she gather drinks and food and their family dog was an order that she could easily follow, and Sarah turned large blue eyes to her father, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips as he patted at her shoulder, Sure, Dad. I'll bring everything down. No doubt in a few hours she could come up and put things like milk and eggs upon the counter perhaps by early evening she could put the perishables out, and hope that it would be chilled enough that they didn't lose all of it. In the meantime... well, Sarah padded over towards their pantry, and looked through it a moment, before selecting the food that they wouldn't need to warm up and cook. Snack foods, cookies, and the like were all right... but there were other things in the fridge that didn't necessarily have to be warmed. Once Sarah had selected what foods would work for the moment, she went back to the fridge and began taking out tupperware. Roast beef and vegetables from last night's dinner, rice, chicken, bits of ham that she had been planning on frying up to help flavor tonight's dinner. Well, at least she didn't have to cook tonight, and Sarah set to slicing meat and making up sandwhiches and small bowls of ready-to-eat meals that would probably be just as tasty even if they were a little chilled. Each sandwhich was wrapped up, the Tupperware bowls were sealed and stacked into a box along with their non-perishables, along with sliced vegetables and fruit, water, juice, coffee and tea... and of course, Tang. Sarah smirked to herself as she tossed the last into the crate, and then whistled for Max. A large dog of indeterminate breed, he was a handsome and friendly sort. Every girl needed a good dog, and the large, dopey boxer-mix was still as sweet as he had been since he had first been presented to Sarah when she was a girl nearly six years ago. Now, the overly excitable beast of a dog came thundering down the stairs at his mistresses whistle, no doubt having been sleeping rolled up under her bed's blankets. What have you been up to? Sarah asked, a wide smile upon her face as the dog skidded to a halt in front of her and sat politely. Max looked up to her with large, liquid brown eyes and Sarah smooshed his face to give him a kiss upon the head. C'mon, boy. Downstairs. The dog followed Sarah as she picked up the crate, dancing behind her while one thick sock and then another touched the wooden stairs. Reaching out in the dark, Sarah found the switch, but... Oh yeah... I'm an idiot... she murmured. The lights were out. Sighing, the girl fished her phone from under her sweater, and turned on the torch to lead her down into the gloom. She wasn't usually allowed down here... but well, it was a special occasion... Besides, they needed to stay warm, and Max didn't seem to see any problem with thundering exuberantly down the stairs, happy-go-lucky as ever. She just hoped she didn't trip over him.