Note: OK people. I don't want to hear from anyone else about how George and Nora getting busy is gross. It happens, deal with it! Oh, and thanks for reading. 

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Chapter Ten: Dinner and a Show

Casey was enjoying her dinner with Brett. He had taken her to a cute little café in downtown London, where she was currently munching on salad and bread sticks while listening to Brett tell her about the new puppy that his little sister had received for her birthday. "So, you should have seen her face, Case. She was so excited, jumping up and down and screaming. I thought my ears were gonna burst!" Brett laughed. Casey knew from hearing him talk that he held great affection for his little sister. She wondered if their relationship was similar to the one between Derek and Marti. "She ended up naming it 'Bouncer'. Kinda dumb, but what can you do?" He bit into a bread stick. "Anyway," he continued, talking with his mouth full, which reminded her of Derek . . . "Now we're trying to get the dog housebroken before every piece of carpet in the house is ruined."

Casey laughed. "That's so sweet! Well, not the peeing all the over house thing, but your sister being so excited? Very cool." She paused before continuing, "Your family sounds really nice." She wanted to add 'maybe I can meet them sometime,' but she didn't want to be presumptuous.

"Yeah, they're OK." Brett smiled. His voice lowered. "By the way, you look beautiful tonight, Casey."

Casey flushed with pleasure. "Thanks." Brett was quickly shaping up to be the perfect guy in Casey's mind. She couldn't think of a single thing that bugged her about him. In the past, her boyfriends all had little things that annoyed her, such as Sam's constant wearing of that stupid hat, to Max being clueless about "chivalry". Well, she had found her Ivanhoe. And she had never been happier.

Later, they were walking hand in hand down the street toward the park in the center of town. They came to a bench and sat, Brett wrapping his arm around her. He played with the ends of her hair and she snuggled into him. "Hey Case?" He asked tentatively.

"Hmmmm?" She murmured. 'This was so perfect.'

"Um, would you like to be my girlfriend?" Brett asked, turning slightly to look at her face.

Casey resisted the urge to jump up and down. She put on a brilliant smile. "Yes. I would love to be your girlfriend!" Casey said, throwing her arms around him. He hugged her tightly.

She leaned back from the hug and moved forward to kiss him. He accepted her lips with a smile and they kissed sweetly for awhile until it was time for him to take Casey home.

Edwin was walking home from a friend's when he passed Brett's car in front of their house. The windows were steamed up, but he could see a bare foot pressed against the back passenger seat window. 'Casey' his stomach clenched. He growled and went into the house.

He was sitting on the couch watching TV when the front door opened and in strolled Casey. Her hair was mussed and her lips looked swollen. She was smiling when she saw him. She stopped short. "Hey Edwin. What's shakin?" She toed off her flip-flops and came to sit on the couch next to him. "What are you watching?" She glanced at the TV.

He grunted. "I don't know. I've just been mindlessly flipping channels looking for something good."

"I see." Said Casey. "Where's everyone?"

"Don't know. I just got home myself."

"Hmmm. OK." Casey went to get off the couch when Edwin added, "You know, you might want to take your own advice."

Casey turned to Edwin, a confused look on her face. "What do you mean?"

"I saw you tonight." Edwin said nothing further.

Casey's eyebrows rose. 'He saw what?' She asked herself. "What are you talking about, Edwin?" She folded her arms.

"I mean, I was walking home from Teddy's and I saw you and Brett . . ." he paused, "in his car . . ." another pause, "right in front of the house. You wouldn't want dad or Nora to see that, would you?" He was burning holes in her now.

Casey dropped her arms and stood there silently for a moment. Then she turned and walked away. Edwin just sat there, and then turned back to the TV, continuing to look for something to watch.

'How embarrassing!' Casey thought to herself as she sat on her bed. 'Edwin probably thinks we were fucking right there in the car!' They weren't, of course. She knew better than to do that. Not in a car (especially her first time!) and definitely not in front of her house. Things had just gotten a little out of control again and she had let her hormones take over. She couldn't help it. With her vow to change her life and live a little, to her ever-present attraction for both Derek and Edwin, to Brett being so sweet and oh-so-gorgeous, she felt like she was going to explode! She was walking around half-aroused all the time, it seemed, and masturbating daily was the only thing that kept her sane. Geez, is this what guys were like? She sighed dramatically and flopped back on her bed. She was staring at her ceiling when the phone rang. "Hello?" Casey answered.

"Hey Case." It was Emily.

"Hey Em. What's up?"

"Oh nothing. I just hadn't talked to you in a few days and was wondering how you were." Emily had been busy with Sheldon. They were hanging out as much as they could before he moved to Newfoundland. Emily had been devastated by the news of him moving and Casey had consoled her for hours, rocking a sobbing Emily in her arms. Who knew that Sheldon would be so missed?

"Well, I have some big news." Casey smiled into the phone. "Brett asked me to be his girlfriend." Casey had told Emily she met Brett at the mall while shopping, hoping that the real story of how they met would never come up.

"Eeeeeeeep!" Emily screamed into the phone. "Casey, I'm so happy for you! I'm so glad you are moving on with your life. Max can eat shit, right?" Emily laughed, and so did Casey.

"Right, Em. It was so romantic! He took me to this cute café, then we took a walk in the park, then . . ."

Edwin stood on the other side of Casey's bedroom door listening to her conversation with Emily. Yeah, yeah, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. He was finding it hard to forget the night that Casey had so blatantly flirted with him. And with summer being here and her walking around in her bikini shooting meaningful glances at him, he was about to explode. He frowned as he heard Casey gush on and on about Brett. What a douchebag that guy was. 'Well, if he fucking hurts Casey like Max and Sam, I'll kick his ass.' thought Edwin as he walked to his room.

A few days later, Casey was babysitting down the street and was outside in the front yard with the kids when she saw Edwin jogging down the street toward her. He was shirtless, as he almost always was (unless it was the middle of winter, of course) and wearing blue running shorts with a white stripe down the sides. He had his ipod clipped to his waist and the ear buds in, probably listening to what he jokingly called his "training montage" music. He was sweating and his hair was plastered to his forehead. He spied Casey and waved as he went by. She waved back and licked her lips unconsciously. 'Oh hell,' she thought. 'Looks like I need another date with my hand.' She laughed to herself.

At that moment, her phone rang, and she glanced at the display. Brett it said. She smiled and answered. "Hi honey," Casey said happily.

"Hey babe. How are you today? I know you're working, so I won't keep you. There's this party in a few days and I was wondering if you would like to come to it with me." Brett's voice sounded in her ear, making her shiver.

"Sure. Anywhere you are is fine with me." She almost made herself sick with how sappy she sounded. "Whose party is it?"

"Alex. He's having his famous 'Out-of-school, on-break-from-college, it's-summer-so-let's-party-bash." Brett laughed.

Casey giggled. "Boy, he sure has a lot of parties. Don't his parents care?"

"Nah, they are hardly ever home. His dad is always traveling for work and usually his mom goes with him." Brett said.

"Oh, OK." Casey heard one of the kids crying. "Sweetie, I have to go. I'll talk to you later, OK?"

"Alright, babe. See ya later." Brett said before disconnecting.

Later that day after Casey had returned home from working, she and Derek were chilling out on the patio in the backyard. He had just returned home from working a shift at Smelly Nellie's and was still in his uniform. "Hey Case. You have any plans for tonight?" Derek asked her.

"Nope. Just hanging around here. Emily's busy with Sheldon, and Brett's working late at the job site." She examined her toes. She would have to redo her pedicure soon. Preferably before the party on the weekend.

"Well, you know the new Indiana Jones movie is out, and I want to go see it, but Sam is busy and Ralph has already seen it." Derek was looking down at his lap.

"Why don't you ask Sally?" Casey asked.

Derek shifted in his chair. "Well, I'm taking a little break from Sally for a bit. She was starting to get the wrong idea about us . . . what with all the time we were spending together. I'm not ready to be in a relationship right now, and I think she's still on the rebound from Patrick anyway."

"So, are you asking me to go to the movies with you?" She smirked at him.

He chuckled. "Geez, Case, you make it sound like I'm asking you out on a date. But yeah, I was wondering if you would like to go with me. Tonight. To the movies." He looked at her, his expression guarded.

He looked so cute sitting there waiting for her answer. She couldn't say no to him any more than he could say no to her. That thought made Casey laugh. "Sure, I'll go with you."

Derek smiled. "I knew you couldn't resist my charms."

Casey rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. You keep thinking that, Venturi."

Casey and Derek were sitting in the movie theater, and Casey had her face in Derek's shoulder. "Ew!" She cried. "That's gross!" (I won't spoil the movie for those of you who haven't seen it yet.)

Derek just laughed. "Come on, Case. Look. It's not that bad."

"No! Just tell me when it's over." Her voice was muffled in his shirt.

"OK, it's over." Said Derek.

Casey ventured a look. "Der-rek!" It was not over, and she was grossed out all over again. Derek just laughed louder.

On the way home, they stopped for shakes and were laughing together as they walked in the door. What they saw made them about drop their shakes on the floor. George had Nora bent over the dining room table and was taking her from behind. His pants were pooled around his ankles. He had one hand on Nora's hip and the other was between her legs. Nora was gripping the edge of the table and her pants were twisted around one foot. They both had a horrified look on their faces when they realized they weren't alone. George quickly pulled out of Nora and pulled his pants up, almost falling over in the process. Nora ran in the kitchen, nearly tripping over her pants, which she was dragging by her foot.

Casey and Derek looked at George, then at each other, matching looks of incredulity on their faces. George ran a hand through his hair and shifted from foot to foot, trying to find something to say. "Uh, Derek, Casey, I didn't know you were going to be home this early."

"Uh, dad, it's 10:30." Derek said with a 'duh' sound to his voice.

"Oh." George looked at the wall clock. "We must have lost track of time." Nora still hadn't appeared and Casey figured she was probably too embarrassed to show her face at the moment.

George looked at the both of them, then at Derek. "Son, we should probably have a talk about this . . ."

Derek interrupted. "Uh, Dad, we had the 'talk' years ago, remember? I know what you were doing, and it's cool. I mean, you're married right? I just wish I hadn't seen it . . ." Derek shuddered slightly.

Casey almost laughed out loud. She walked past Derek and George and headed to the kitchen to find her mom. Nora was dressed and it looked like she was hiding out in the corner of the kitchen. She nervously smoothed down her hair when she saw Casey enter.

"Come with me." She grabbed Casey's hand and led her into the basement to George and Nora's bedroom. "Sit." Casey wondered if she was in trouble, but that didn't make sense. She wasn't the one who was busted having sex on the dining room table.

Nora paced back and forth in front of Casey. "Casey, honey, when two people love each other . . ."

Casey busted out laughing. "Mom, are you serious? I'm 17 years old! We had this talk years ago!" She smiled at her mom.

Nora flushed and smiled a bit. "I know, but I also know that no child wants to see their parents having sex, and I don't want you to end up in therapy because of it."

This made Casey laugh even harder. Yes, seeing George and Nora having sex wasn't the greatest thing in the world, but she also knew that they were very happy together, were expecting a baby in the winter, and she thought it was cool that they were married to each other and still wanted to . . . express their love. Casey snorted at her thought.

"Mom, it's OK, okay? All I would say is that you need to be a bit more . . ." Casey paused, looking for the right word, "Cognizant of what's going on around you. This is not the first time I've caught you and George . . . well, you know." Casey finished lamely.

Nora looked horrified. "What do you mean?"

"Uh well, Derek and I heard you from the kitchen. The headboard on your bed gets pretty noisy"

"Oh," Nora stopped, not quite sure what to say. She sighed and sat down next to Casey. "Well, I'll tell you this," she lowered her voice and touched Casey's arm, "Ever since I got over my morning sickness, I've been . . ." She couldn't seem to articulate what she wanted to say.

"Horny?" Casey supplied for her.

Nora's eyes widened comically. "Casey!"

This made Casey want to roll on the floor laughing, but she restrained herself. Nora's face got serious for a moment. "Casey, you're not . . . sexually active, are you?" Nora looked like she might pass out.

Casey sobered. "No mom, I'm not." 'Well, not really.' She thought. "But like I said, I'm not a little girl anymore. Between you giving me the 'talk' and health class, I've pretty much got it figured out." She smiled at her mom, trying to placate her. She so did not need Nora to be suspicious of what she might or might not be doing.

"Well, I understand that. In any case, I've been feeling pretty," Nora paused, "frisky lately, and I guess George and I just got carried away."

Casey knew what that feeling was like.

Meanwhile, upstairs George and Derek were sitting at the kitchen island eating cookies and drinking milk, which seemed like a childish thing to be doing when they were talking about sex. "So, son," George continued. He had seemed to get over his embarrassment pretty quickly and they were now talking like they were buddies sharing a sex joke. "Nora's been . . ." He too, was having a problem expressing himself. "Well, frankly she's been wanting it all the time. I mean, all the time. And me, being a man, well, you can't turn down opportunities like that, right?" He laughed and Derek felt vaguely dirty. "I mean, she hasn't been this wild since . . ." George seemed to catch himself and stopped. "Nevermind." He laughed uncomfortably and took a sip of his milk.

Derek laughed.

Later, on the couch, Derek and Casey were discussing what had happened. "I'm never going to look at the dining table the same way again." Derek said.

Casey agreed with that, then something popped into her head, "Derek! How are we supposed to eat on that now?"

They both shuddered at the thought.

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