Marty woke up to the feeling of Lorraine wrapped around him, snuggled up against his chest. At first he forgot where he was, a short bit of anxiety and confusion filling him, but as he looked down and saw the young girl peacefully laying against him, he remembered the excursions of affection he had gone on the night before. Marty felt a tinge of regret, but at the same time, her sweet scent was reassuring him in some way.

Marty moved a bit, attempting to get up. Lorraine stirred in her sleep and tightened her grip on Marty. Marty sighed. She looked like a puppy holding onto its favourite toy. Marty bit his lip at the comparison. Him being her "toy"... He shook his head. "Lorraine...?" he whispered. She moved a bit, but didn't open her eyes. Marty stared down at her. Her curly hair framed her face so perfectly. he wondered how it didn't get ruined while she slept. "Lorraine, c'mon, you gotta get up." he insisted again, prying her off of his arm.

Lorraine sat up groggily, her eyes half lidded. She stared at Marty and brought a hand up to rub her eyes. She stretched and yawned, raising her hands above her head. Marty watched her thin delicate body move, and with her arms above her head, he was given a nice view of her curves. Marty felt his face flushing, and he looked away hastily. "Good morning, Marty." Lorraine said in a happy tone. How she was able to get into the groove right away was beyond him.

"Uh, good morning. Look, I really gotta get to my Uncle's. He's probably worried." Marty said, grabbing his vest and shoes. Lorraine frowned. Standing up, she approached him from behind and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him close to her. Marty jumped in surprise.

"aw, do you really have to? I mean, there's so much we could do! We have all day." Lorraine said sweetly. Marty swallowed at her saying "so much we could do." What could they do? What was she thinking? What was HE thinking? Marty scolded himself. No, she's innocent - she wouldn't try anything like that. Marty pried himself from her grasp and turned around.

"Sorry, but he was expecting me yesterday. If I don't get to him as soon as possible, he'll start to worry. I don't want you to... uh, get in trouble or something." Marty's reasoning was rather faulty, but he didn't know what else to say. Lorraine pouted.

"Alright, I can take you to him, I guess. Just let me get dressed." Before Marty could reply, Lorraine pulled her nightgown over her head, leaving very little to his imagination as she was left in only her bra and panties. Marty gasped and turned around rather quickly. "Oh, I guess I should have told you not to look." Lorraine said in a sarcastic tone. Marty wouldn't be able to get the image of her lean young body out of his head.

"I'm sorry!" he hastily apologized. Why was he apologizing? She was the one who did it! He wouldn't be able to control himself if she kept doing stuff like this.

"No need to apologize. I'm done now anyways." she said, and Marty hesitated before he turned around. She had put on a blue blouse and a light blue skirt. Marty gulped. She looked cute in anything she wore. Once again, he found himself shaking his head. He searched his pocket for a crumpled piece of paper. He had ripped it out of the phone book in Lou's Cafe the day before. It had Doc's address on it. "So where does your uncle live again?" Lorraine asked as she looked over his shoulder at the paper in his hands. "Oh, I know where that is! It's on Riverside Drive." Marty's face brightened.

"Oh, I know where that s! It's past John F. Kennedy Drive." Lorraine looked at him, confused.

"Who's John F. Kennedy?" Marty only now just realized his mistake. He wished he hadn't said anything.

"You'll find out..." Marty muttered. "Anyways. Let's push the beds back apart and go before your parents wake up." he said, walking over to one of the beds and trying to pull it back. Lorraine nodded and the two put everything back the way it was supposed to be.

Marty and Lorraine approached the large mansion that was partially hidden from other houses. It looked a bit foreboding. "Well, I guess this is it. I'll see you around." Marty said, about to knock on the door. Lorraine grabbed his arm, making him weaken and look back at her.

"Wait! Um... tomorrow night... my parents will be gone. I was wondering if you'd like to hang out. That is, if you want to." Lorraine looked at him with her big beautiful brown eyes. He couldn't say no to that face!

"Well, uh... gee, I don't know. I'll have to see what my Uncle says." Marty didn't want to outright say no. He couldn't watch the disappointment in her face. Lorraine looked hopeful.

"Okay. Please think about it!" Lorraine chirped. She pecked Marty on the cheek and ran off. He blushed, the spot where her lips had met his face felt warm and fuzzy. He rubbed his cheek and looked off towards her as she trotted away. He sighed and knocked on the door to the enormous mansion.

"So, tell me what's happened so far." Doc inquired. He had been convinced by Marty of his origins and arrival through a time machine in which Doc himself had built. He was now analyzing what damage could have been done by Marty's actions thus far.

"Well, I got hit by my grandfather's car in place of where my dad should have." Marty explained, Doc nodded, listening intently. Already his mind was doing numerous calculations. "My mother tended to me since I was asleep for about 9 hours." Marty continued. He felt hesitant about what else he had to say. "She um... she had me stay the night since it was too late to find you last night."

Doc raised an eyebrow. "And you slept where...?" he asked, skeptical. Marty gulped. Oh, here it comes.

"Um... in her room." Marty finished. Doc could tell by the tone in the young teen's voice that something had gone down.

"Kid, don't tell me you shagged your own mother." Marty's face turned bright red. Instantly he began denying any fooling around. But there wasn't much else to deny other than the alleged 'shagging' Doc had proposed.

"No! No! Of course not! We just..." Marty started, but immediately became quiet again as he began detailing what he had done.

"You just what?" Doc asked, not believing what he was hearing.

"We just... kissed a little bit, okay? She wouldn't stop coming onto me and I-I thought if I gave her what she wanted, she'd stop!" Marty said quickly, trying his best to defend himself. He wasn't doing a very good job.

"It doesn't matter if it as a little bit or a lot! You've caused more threats than can be counted! You need to go out and find your parents and get them together while I think of a way to send you back to 1985. Just leave me alone and go." Doc told him, walking away. Marty tried to protest but gave up as Doc was now out of sight. Marty sighed and left for town.

Marty was walking around town, admiring how new everything looked. He was lost in thought as he looked for his father, sure he would be out by now. He was getting closer to Lou's cafe, and sitting inside was none other than Lorraine and two of her friends. Lorraine noticed him and tapped the glass delicately, and much to his dismay, marty noticed as she waved him over. He didn't want to be rude and ignore her, so he sighed and walked in.

He walked over to the booth she and her friends were sitting at. She patted the spot next to her, and he sat down reluctantly. "Marty! It's good to see you. Did you settle in with your uncle okay?" she asked. Marty stared back at her uncomfortably.

"Uhh, yeah, I guess. Did you need me for something?" he asked, wanting to get out as quickly as possible. Lorraine nodded.

"I just wanted you to meet my friends. That's Babs and this is Betty. Babs, Betty, this is Marty." They all exchanged awkward greetings and Lorraine turned back to Marty. "So, about Monday night..." her friends giggled.

"What?" Marty had completely forgotten. What was she talking about? They hadn't planned anything.

"My parents won't be home... remember? I asked you earlier." Lorraine said, looking at him hopefully. Marty swallowed, trying not to look at her. His heart would skip a beat if he looked at that beautiful face.

"Oh... uh, right." He could feel all three girls staring at him. "Um, sure. I-I can... stop by for a little bit, I guess." All three then squealed, and Lorraine latched onto him again.

"Oh, I'm so glad! I'll be waiting." she said, and her friends giggled. Marty sighed. What had he gotten himself into?