Part 2: The Love Boat

It began simply enough at the beginning of summer. Lorelai came into the diner, as she did every day. So often that she figured she could make the trip blindfolded and fast asleep. The scent of Luke's coffee could carry her across the country. But, on this day, she was carried through his door in a bad mood. It was the Saturday after Rory graduated and if she had ever thought the universe was against her before, now she swore it had come back for round two with the gloves off and spiked, brass knuckles on it their stead.

She flopped onto a stool at the counter, noting the less than chipper way that Luke greeted her.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, pouring her coffee without waiting for her to ask for it.

"Well hello to you too, Mr. Chippy," she snipped, before calming herself, realizing how harsh it sounded when he gave her that look. "I'm sorry. It's just been a really bad couple of days."

He took out his rag and started to wipe down the counter, bringing out her perfected impression of someone who didn't really care one way or the other if she told him or not. "Want to talk about it?"

"No... yes... AH!" She dropped her hands and head down to the counter before Luke pushed her forehead back up, and wiped down where it had just been resting. "We're not going to Europe," she whined, eyes closed, her head still against his hand.

"What?" He asked, suddenly not hiding his interests in her complaints, "You've been planning that damn trip for years. Everything I know about Europe I learned from listening to you two. What happened?"

"Everything. Our airline not only lost our booking but is going out of business - that's the last time I let Rory book online! - and now the tickets are really expensive to book them so close to when we had wanted to leave. So, even if we could swing the exact dates, which have already been book up, with the extra cost on the tickets we can't go everywhere we wanted to. Rory crunched the numbers, because I accidentally birthed an accountant, and said that we'd have to cut out at least a quarter of the countries to do them justice. "

"So? Why can't you do that?"

She sat there a moment, looking at him in that way she had, as though she wasn't sure if she was listening to someone speaking English or not. "You can't just see part of Europe, Luke. You can't do this half-assed. We can't do this half-assed."

He rolled his eyes. After this many years, he really should have known better. "Right, sorry, my mistake."

She sighed, looking at her coffee, "Everything is out to get me. Fate is a stupid kill-joy."

"How so?"

She shrugged, knowing he wasn't likely to understand, but still touched that he was always willing to try. "This is the last summer, the last real summer, I have with Rory. She's almost nineteen, she's almost an adult. After this summer I have to share her with the rest of the world."

"So, why can't you go somewhere else?"

"The Inn," she confessed, feeling guilty, "And time. And Yale. And the Gilmore clan. And Christopher."

"Christopher?" He asked in the tone he always had when mentioning Rory's absent father.

She nodded. "Christopher wanted to spend time with Rory before she leaves for Yale, especially since he didn't make it to her graduation. Which, I suppose is fair. And then Richard and Emily, after finding out about our cancelled trip, spent last night guilting her because they wouldn't have been able to see her if she went on this vacation and how they can now take her away when they go on their trip and since they're paying for her school they have pull…" She took a deep breath, pushing aside the never-ending wall of frustration that she felt after talking about her parents. "And then there's the Inn. It costs a lot of money. And Sookie's pregnant and the longer we sit before doing construction and renovations and the copious amounts of paperwork that comes from doing anything in Stars Hollow, the longer it's going to take to get us going which means the longer we go without steady income.

"Being an adult sucks," she announced when Luke put a plate full of her breakfast favourites in front of her. "What's this?"

"Breakfast," he said in the dismissing manner that had taken him years to perfect.

If only it worked on Lorelai Gilmore. "I didn't order breakfast."

He sighed, knowing he was about to get into a fight with the stubborn woman over something he really didn't think warranted comment let alone an argument. "So you didn't want this for breakfast?"

"I didn't say that."

"So what? You're not hungry?"

"I'm always hungry."

He blinked in the face of her blank stare. He had long ago learned that the textbook example of high-maintenance was Lorelai Gilmore. "Then, what's the problem?"

"But I didn't actually order anything. How did you know what I wanted?"

"I saw you coming across the square, and I knew you were in a bad mood from the way you walked. You stomp when you're mad, did you know that? In those shoes, it can't be good for your arches."

"You like me in these shoes. Get back to the point."

"The point?" He tossed his rag down, really not in the mood for her prodding. "The point is that you've been coming here for years. I've seen you in this mood more than once, and usually after a breakup or a fight with Rory or a Saturday after dinner with your parents. And while you're in this mood these are the breakfast foods you like to eat. Why you like to eat so much of the things that are only going to kill you faster is beyond me. I've given up trying to figure out the motivations for your eating habits. I sleep better at nights with that ignorance, I'm sure. But as I didn't want to deal with the production you make of ordering under the best of circumstances," he pressed on when she started to say something, getting a thrill out of the fact that she was smiling, "Let alone the drama-filled minutes you take in these damned moods to decide on the exact same thing you always have, I figured I would save us both the headache and just order for you. Not that that worked." He shook his head. "You are so much work."

She looked at her plate. "Luke?"

"What? And don't tell me you want something different now just to spite me."

"I just…"

"I will kick you out and make you order on paper from now on so I don't ever have to hear you complain about your food ever again."

She smirked, feeling better from when she had walked in. "I was just going to ask for more coffee."

He stopped, his shoulders dropping, the tension that had built over the course of his rant fading away. A smile of his own quirked at his lips before he could force it away and continue on with wiping down the counter.

"So what are you going to do instead of Europe?" He asked after a long moment of companionable silence.

"Me, not a whole lot. I'm not the popular Lorelai in the family. Rory, however, is going to spend a couple weeks in Martha's Vineyard with the grandparents which will probably stretch out into a couple weeks somewhere else overly expensive and then a couple weeks with Chris getting to know her sister. If there's time, somewhere in there, she and I will roadtrip around here as much as possible. Maybe go as far as Canada."

He paused, fixing her with that look again. "What is there to see in Canada?"

"Canadians. And their pretty, coloured money. And maple syrup. And mounties. So there goes a weekend." She paused, taking a large bite, feeling a little better for getting it all off her chest, "What about you?"

He stiffened. "What do you mean?"

"Well you aren't exactly Little-Luke-Sunshine this morning yourself."

"Well, speaking of cancelled trips..."

"No! Not your cruise! What happened?"

He looked around at the sparsely populated diner before leaning towards Lorelai, never one for airing his personal problems to the town gossips. "Nicole and I had a fight. A big one. One that pretty much ended everything."

"I'm sorry, Luke. I thought things were going well."

"So did I until she... nevermind. I swear I don't understand women. Or dating. Or how logic never seems to figure into the picture with either."

"You've known me for how long and you're just figuring out that women aren't always logical? I'm disappointed in both of us. You for being slow and me for not being a better example."

He shrugged. "I was hoping it was just you."

"Ah, clinging to false hopes I see. Why am I picturing the Titanic and the face of the guy who said she was unsinkable as she hit the bottom of the ocean? So what are you going to do? About the cruise, I mean. We know how it ended for Jack and Rose."

"There is no Jack and Rose."

She gasped, "What? Spielberg lied? I'll never trust Hollywood again." Her smile grew when he stopped hiding his own.

He shrugged, falling back to the topic he didn't want to dwell on. "I don't know what we're going to do. We missed the cancellation date by weeks. So I guess I'm going to have to just eat the costs of it. Something that I hate doing: giving the cruise lines that much money for nothing while people on the streets can't even afford a winter coat."

"So poor people is the reason you haven't updated your wardrobe since Kurt got in a fight with Courtney over a shot gun? Good to know. Why cancel?" She asked, jumping back to topic, an evil grin growing on her features, "Why not go anyway? Have some fun. Maybe you'll meet some hot divorcee and you'll forget all about Nicole."

"I don't know..." He said in that tone that Lorelai knew meant she was already half-way to convincing him.

"When was the last time you had a vacation? A vacation that included bathing," she amended knowing his love of going fishing.

"You think? Nah, cruises aren't my thing. And who wants to go alone to one of those things?"

She shrugged, smiling as he refilled her coffee, "So bring a friend. Someone you can have fun with, despite the potential awkwardness that comes from having so many happy-ish couples hanging around. Go on, you deserve it."

"Yeah? Maybe. What about you? What are you doing this summer?"

"Moping, and staring longingly at the backpacks that Rory and I ordered. And work on the Inn, I guess. And miss your coffee when you leave."

"Why don't you come with me?" He asked after a long pause, diving in before he could talk himself out of it.

"With you? On your cruise? Oh Luke, I couldn't..."

He cut her off, "As you said it's non-refundable. Also as you said, I deserve a vacation. One with someone distracting. And because you're going to be stuck here while Rory is off having fun, why not come along? That way you still get your trip, I have a familiar face and I can make sure you stay away from my coffee supplies while I'm away."

"I don't know Luke, I wouldn't want to..."

"To what? The only thing you're at risk of is being tossed overboard when you piss off the ship's captain. Besides… it would be nice to have you there."

She smiled, her hesitation fading in the hesitant honesty in which he had said that. "Yeah?"

Sharing her grin, he nodded, "Yeah."

"Okay, then. We'll go. I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too."

~G.G~

"Why haven't you told Grandma yet?" Rory asked quietly over the phone to her mother. She was in Martha's vineyard with her grandparents, and was talking her mother through her last minute packing for the trip that she had thus far managed not to tell the eldest Gilmores about.

"About what?"

"About you going on a cruise? With Luke? You know what she thinks about him. And about what she thinks is going on between you two."

"Of course I know what she thinks, question is how do you know what she thinks?"

Rory shrugged, "I overhear things. And besides, it's pretty much what everyone thinks. There's a definite consensus."

"And by everyone…" Lorelai asked, her question loaded and leading as she put aside her search for the bikinis she bought the day before.

Rory waited when her mother drifted off. "What?"

Lorelai huffed into her phone. "Way to make me think Yale's going to be disappointed when they get you in the flesh. You're suppose to be smart, Rory. You should know what I was asking."

"Well I don't." She whisper yelled, hoping that her mother wasn't asking what she thought she was asking.

"I know that things with me and your Dad have never been normal but that you still had hopes about how that was turning out. I just wondered if since Luke was a part of your life for a long time…"

"If I wanted to call him Daddy?"

Lorelai shrugged, "Something like that."

"I like Luke."

"That's it?"

"Grandma isn't going to like being lied to. She's really not going to like that I'm lying to her."

"Then don't lie to her."

"So you want me to tell her that you're on a romantic cruise with 'the diner man'?"

There was a pause. "No. But, can't we tell her a half truth? Just pretend I'm Lane and my mother is Mrs. Kim."

"You know," Rory began after a moment and a frightening thought, "I don't know which one I'd be more afraid of having catch me in a lie."

"Yeah, me either. If she asks, tell her that I went swimming."

"For two weeks?"

"A lot of swimming?"

"You hate swimming."

"Only in the ocean and lakes. And community pools. People pee in pools. I don't want to think about what animals do in oceans."

"Grandma knows you don't like swimming."

"So tell her I went out sunbathing in hopes of landing myself a lifeguard."

"That's your half truth?"

There was a shrug, "Quarter truth?"

Rory sighed. There were times when talking to her mother really made her wonder why. "Bring the blue and mauve bikinis."

"You sure not the white? After all, it's not after labour day."

~G.G~

Lorelai ran into their room on the ship and jumped on the bed with a squeal, stretching out on the large mattress, leaving Luke to bring in the majority of her luggage. The luggage that he had spent ten minutes complaining about when he had picked her up that morning. 'After all,' he had gripped five different times, 'who needed four bags for a summer cruise? Weren't summer clothes suppose to take up less space?'

"Comfy. And bouncy."

"Ah jeeze." He said, moving the bags that she had abandoned at the threshold far enough into the room to close the door.

"What?" She asked, not in the mood for yet another Luke rant. After so long in the car together, she needed coffee and a meal before she could take another rant. "What do you possibly have against comfy, bouncy beds?"

"There's only one bed."

"So?"

He blinked, not understanding why she wasn't as uncomfortable as he was, "So, there is only one bed. And that's it. No couch."

"So?"

"I'm not sleeping on the floor."

She laughed, really not getting it. "So?"

"We would have to share."

"I don't have cooties, Luke! And I already know that you snore."

He frowned. "I don't snore."

She scoffed.

"I do not... okay, I don't care about the snoring."

"Then what is it? It's a big bed, Luke. And I'm mostly considerate although I have been known to hog the pillows. I promise that I play well with others. I'm a good bed-sharing-buddy."

He straightened, not liking the confidence or the flirty-ness with which she spoke of her bed-sharing skills, "Share your bed often?"

"I meant for sleeping. Nothing dirty. I was talking about Rory," she confessed, a warm smile of remembrance filling her lips as she moved to get more comfortable on the mattress. "Before we moved into our house, we shared a bed ever since she could find her way out of her cradle," her eyes sparkled at the memory, "And actually, there was a two week period after we moved where we still had to sleep together."

"Rory?" He asked, sharing in her comfort of the fond memories. His body was relaxed, arms digging into his pockets.

"Oh, she was fine. I was the wreck. She was growing up so fast. I thought I was losing her."

"Never happen," he said with an assurance that made her find it hard to want to doubt him.

"Well, we have our moments." She murmured, recalling the fights that had grown more common in the past couple years.

"I haven't had as much experience with sharing my bed," he confessed, drawing her out of the possible dark places her thoughts were threatening to go.

"You do have a rather small bed," she allowed. "It'll be okay, you know. We'll have our own sides. As long as you're okay with me taking the left side," she gestured to where she was then laying, "because I can't guarantee that I wouldn't crowd you to get where I'm comfortable."

"Whatever side is fine with me. I don't have a side."

"Small bed," she nodded before falling silent, looking around. "Is this weird for you? Being here with me? Instead of Nicole? I mean, you guys did just break up."

"Not just. It was three weeks ago."

"That's not that long ago."

He shrugged, tentatively sitting on the edge of the bed, "No... yes... I wouldn't call it weird. I mean I kind of knew it was going to happen. That she and I wouldn't end up here."

"Oh?"

"I had a dream," he confessed, hurrying to continue before she threatened to make fun of him, "And when I woke up, I just sort of knew that I had to think about what going on this cruise with her meant and if we were ready for it."

"Some dream. What was it about?"

"You. You came into the diner as I was closing up. It was after Rory's graduation. I remember I was still wearing my suit. You came in and told me not to get engaged."

"Weird. And did dream me give you a reason why?"

"Nope. Just sort of a look before walking away."

"A look?" She wanted to make a joke, to lighten the mood that had grown too serious too quickly. There were many moments when they talked earnestly, but there was always a layer of joviality lying just under the surface, ready to spring at any moment. Even when they were fighting, there was wit to divert the pain from striking too close to home for either of them. But not here. He was sitting on the bed with her, he was being honest in a way that revealed an almost vulnerable aspect of him that she knew that he had always longed to hide. And as much as she was feeling out of her element, she didn't want to break the spell. She liked learning about the man whom, even though she knew for seven years now, was still a stranger to her in so many ways.

"Yeah. You have very expressive eyes. And I kind of understood."

"That's some look."

He withdrew slightly, "It's stupid, I know."

"No, not stupid," she assured him, not wanting to see the walls go back up so quickly. She smiled shyly, somehow knowing the only way for him to reveal more was for her to do it too, "I know the kind of look you mean."

"You do?" He asked, his expression doubtful.

"Yes, it was probably the exact kind of look that you gave me in my dream."

"The one with the..."

"Twins."

He shifted, "I was going to say the one with the alarm clocks, but yeah, there were twins there too. How far along were you? In your dream?"

"I still had my figure, if that's what you mean. And after you talked to my stomach and kissed me, you gave me this look. This look that told me that everything was going to be okay. That I wasn't alone. Considering how far away I felt from Rory at that time... well it was a good look."

"Like going home."

"Mmm," she agreed, smiling again.

They stayed silent for a moment before they caught the dreamy looks on each others faces. Clearing his throat, Luke looked away, hoping he wasn't looking as uncomfortable as he felt, "Kissed? I thought you couldn't remember anything after the talking to your stomach."

She shrugged, "Didn't think you needed all the details. Besides, maybe it would have led to questions about me dreaming of the twin's conception!"

"Ah jeeze."

"So, we okay? To share the bed? Promise I won't bite you unless you want me too."

"Yeah, I guess we're good to share."

"Good. So, shall we see what they have for dinner?"

~G.G~

She was warm when she woke up. She was safe. But it was also early. How was that possible considering how late she and Luke had stayed up? She spent the evening eating and drinking and talking at the giant buffet while Luke laughed and looked embarrassed and tried to keep up.

She moved, drawing herself closer to the warmth beside her, groaning at the light that came through the balcony door. Her hand hit skin: a hand, then up an arm, over to the shoulder that her head was resting against. The weight beside her shifted.

"I thought you said you were a considerate bed partner," Luke grumbled as he settled back against the pillows.

She looked at the bed. She had moved in the night, taking the middle of the bed, crowding closer to Luke.

"Mostly," she corrected, moving away from him, not liking the chill that overcame her as she slid back to her side of the bed, "I said I was mostly considerate."

"Convenient loophole."

"At least I left you with the covers. Did you sleep well?"

He shifted again, somewhat uncomfortable. It wasn't that he didn't sleep well, it was the opposite. He couldn't remember a time when he had, in fact, slept better. Usually when he was in a new place the first night or two he couldn't sleep well, waking at every sound, most often up before he had to be. But here he was, in a place that was constantly changing with someone he was never the most comfortable with on the basis of who she was and what she was capable of. And he had slept like he'd been there his entire life.

He knew that she had a power over him. A great power. No one had the effect on him that she did. No one could bend his will as she could. No one else would have made him want to go on this vacation as easily as she had. It had taken Nicole months of harassment to make him finally agree. It took Lorelai a matter of minutes before he believed that he had made the decision to take her all on his own. For his own reasons. But he knew better. Deep down, he knew that he had done this - as he had painting the diner and volunteered at any town event and fixed things around her house and not taken the clothes back that she had bought him - for her. To give her what he hoped she wanted. To see her safe and well and happy.

"Luke?" She prodded him, face buried in her pillow, when he didn't answer right away, "You not awake yet?"

"I'm awake."

"Good, I'm not."

He chuckled, looking at her in the sunlight. He couldn't remember ever seeing her raw, as his sister would call it. Without make-up or her hair done or her game face on. He liked her like this, even if she was barely capable of using words with more than one syllable. "I'll make you some coffee. I saw a coffee machine here last night."

"Hero!"

"Just remember that because I'm making you get up for breakfast."

"Judas!"

~G.G~

By the end of the first week they were both convinced that there was magic on board (or drugs in the air as Luke put it, but she figured she knew what he meant). Magic that Lorelai wanted to bottle and bring back with her for her inn. And although he wouldn't agree with her aloud, Luke knew that he wouldn't have minded some of that himself.

Something was happening between them, something that he hoped wasn't just attached to vacations and ocean settings and the amount of rich food and alcohol that ran non-stop onboard. He had gotten used to her sleeping habits: how she would creep closer in her sleep, try to con him out of his pillows and sometimes his blankets. On their third morning, he found that she had taken all the blankets, and while most were no longer on the bed, the single sheet that had survived her slumber was wrapped around her almost like a cocoon. To combat the chill in the air Luke had found that he had gained a different blanket - Lorelai. His arms were wrapped around her tightly as she used his chest as a pillow and had even thrown her leg over his in her sleep. And, despite both of them waking up before the really needing to, neither of them moved away, both silently enjoying the closeness until they figured the other would wake and break the spell.

To Lorelai's amazement, he even let her take him shopping. At least in the way that he let her go shopping on his behalf, charge it to the room and then didn't complain when she had him try things on in their room. She took enjoyment out of seeing him frown at some of her choices, grumble at the ones that he actually liked and give into her expertise more often than not.

It was nice to see each other like this - away from life and the roles so often forced upon them. She got to see him as more than the friend and purveyor of coffee and the sometimes knight who was always ready to ride in to her rescue. And he saw her settled, at ease, not on show or hopped up on sugar or caffeine. Things between them were easy and they flowed and fit together in a way that made them think - just for the moment - that everyone might have a point when they said there was something between them.

~G.G~

"How did I let you talk me into this?" Luke grumbled as Lorelai fixed his tie.

She smiled at him sweetly, "It was really easy," she confessed, "I don't think you really put your heart into the fight. Besides, we only have one night left. Then boom! back into the real world where you are going to deny me coffee and be grouchy and lecture me on eating better."

"How is that any different than what I've been doing these two weeks?" He asked, grabbing her sweater from the bed, "I've lost track of how many times I've tried switching you to decaf - I swear you scared the natives on our last stop - and I've filled your plate with green things every night."

"But you're generally less grouchy. Come on, it'll be fun. We get to eat at the captain's table! Do you know how many people I had to annoy to get us a spot at the captain's table?"

"Probably the same number of people I had to tip extra to to make sure they didn't steal anything or spit in our food."

She frowned. "This is our last night on the ocean. Tomorrow night we'll be back in our own beds. We need to celebrate! This has been a wonderful vacation. You know it has."

Rolling his eyes, he held open the door, "After you. And please, can we not drink that much tonight?"

She laughed, walking past him, "Oh Luke! We're on vacation! What's the worst that could happen?"

~G.G~

Never let it be said that Lorelai Gilmore couldn't be wrong. And when she woke up just hours before the cruise ship pulled into dock, she knew just how wrong it had been to drink as much as she had. Hearing Luke stiffle a groan beside her she knew that he probably felt the same.

Memories filtered back to her slowly. The dinner, the laughing, the dancing that had surprised her at how well he glided her around the room and how readily she followed. The ship's captain. The look. The suggestion. The coatroom. The ceremony. The kiss. The ring... The ring?

She sat up quickly, probably too quickly. But there were too many questions on her mind for her to really not freak out in that moment. She tried to slow her breathing, trying to collect her thoughts from the night before. Beside her Luke was on his stomach, face down into the pillow, trying to stave off waking up for a few moments more.

She had to look at her hand, she knew that was where the answers were. But she couldn't. She glanced to Luke, but his left hand was on her far side, still under the covers. How could he still be asleep? How was she freaking out alone? Getting frustrated she leaned over him, trying to see on him what she refused to see on herself.

Luke woke fully to the pressure on his back, the reaching for his arm. Wanting to swear or worse, to give coffee an actual chance to bring sanity back into his life, he took the offending arm away from her reach, using it to prop himself up with. But it was what she wanted, he figured when she stilled, her face pale. Was she really that desperate for caffeine?

"What the hell is your problem?" He snipped, blinking to bring her in focus.

She pointed to his finger. "Ring."

"What?"

Her gestures grew more frantic before she almost shoved her left hand in his face, grabbing his and pulling it to show he wore one too. "Ring! There's a ring! We got married. How did we get married?"

He swallowed, seeing the metal band on his finger. So that hadn't been another of the dreams that had plagued him all week. Well damn.

Beside him, Lorelai was continuing to not take it well. "Oh my god. How did they let us get married? This place is the freaking Love Boat." She glanced at him, noticing the way he was looking at her for the first time... wondering why he was turning red. "What?"

"We're naked," he filled in, starting to catch up on the implications of what, exactly, was going on. And what he couldn't remember all the details of happening.

Paling, she looked down, glancing under the sheets at herself, then stealing one at him, earning her an angry, Luke-patented, look. "Why are we naked?"

"A couple reasons come to mind. But I don't think gremlins stole our clothes in our sleep."

"Not funny, Luke. This is so not funny. I so need caffeine before I can deal with something like this. Can't think. How did this happen?"

He leaned against his pillow, not liking how shocked and freaked out she was showing herself to be at the prospect of being married to him, of being naked with him, of having sex be the reason she was naked with him. True, while not his proudest moment, it wasn't something that he thought he'd ever take as hard as what she did.

"Lorelai-" he fell silent when he noticed her on the verge of tears. Sighing, not knowing what else to do, he pulled her to him, willing at that moment to do everything he could to make things right. To make her tears stop. To put that smile that he remembered from the night before back on her face.

"Rory."

And he understood the root of the problem. However her issues with being married to him might factor into the problem, it wasn't the source of her anxiety. It was her daughter. It was how Lorelai had gone against all the rules in her life that she had put in place to protect her daughter, all the morals that she had tried to instil in her, and even though Rory was closer to being a woman than a little girl, he knew that she felt guilty for letting her down.

"Shh," he soothed, pulling the blanket up high enough that he could rub her back without touching her skin, the skin he was beginning to recall the feel of, "We'll work it out. I promise, I'll take care of it. Once we settle in back home, I'll find someone and... take care of everything. No one will know it happened."

"I have to tell Rory."

Of course she'd tell her daughter. Her daughter would be the only one who would know about the marriage. About her mother and Luke. Does that mean that she'd also know that they had had sex? How would he face her knowing that she knew that he had slept with her mother? That all he wanted to do right then, as vague memories returned, was to sleep with her again. Man, he thought, blinking rapidly at how uncomfortable his entire life had just become, Oh jeeze.

"Yeah, sure. Of course. But, no one else has to know. What're the odds that someone else would ever find out?"

~TBC~

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