The new Elizabeth and Bruce walked across the deck of Bruce's father's beach house, through the sliding glass doors and into a dimly lit room with only one lamp burning.

"Oh this is the most beautiful room I've-" Elizabeth said.

"You're beautiful too, Liz," Bruce interrupted, grabbing her and kissing her.

"Umm Bruce," Elizabeth said, kissing him back passionately.

As he kissed her neck and held her close, Bruce urged. "Come on. Let me take you upstairs and show you what love is all about."

"No! I can't, I shouldn't," she protested.

"Yes, Liz, yes. You want to say yes, I know you do," Bruce said. He caressed her shoulders and then lightly ran one hand down her thigh. "You want to say yes, I know you do."

Bruce got to his feet, took Elizabeth's hand gently and led her up the stairs. He was worried that she was going to change her mind on the way to the second floor. Never had a conquest seemed so important to him.

"You're wonderful, Liz," he said over and over again, between kisses. "Wonderful and sexy and beautiful."

Elizabeth kissed him back passionately.

Bruce reached the master bedroom and placed Elizabeth gently on the king-size bed. She locked her arms around his neck, a dreamy smile on her lovely face. He pulled her hands away and kissed her hard on the lips, almost too hard, before straightening up again.

"Don't go away. I just have to get the wine from downstairs and I'll be right--" Then he smirked as something on the other side of the room caught his attention. There was already a bottle of wine on the dresser. He must have left it there last weekend.

"Never mind, Sweet Liz," he said, climbing onto the bed and lowering himself over Elizabeth. "I'm not going anywhere."

He kissed her again.

Late that night, Jessica lay in bed wonderingwhen Elizabeth was coming back. She'd been gone all weekend.

She could be lying on the side of the road somewhere! Jessica thought clutching her pillow. What if she got in another motorcycle accident?

Suddenly Jessica just wanted to cry. "I sound like Elizabeth," she wailed. "This is terrible."

Finally, about five thirty in the morning, Jessica heard the door to Elizabeth's room open.A light went on in the bathroomand Jessica could hear water running.

Jessica knocked on the bathroom door. "Liz? Are you okay?"

"Yes," Elizabeth answered in a strange tone of voice. Jessica decided to risk cracking the door.

Elizabeth was standing in front of the mirror, washing her makeup off. She reekedof alcohol.

"Where were you?"

Elizabeth giggled. "It's a secret." She smiled and stared at her reflection. "Having the most unforgettable night of my life.

"Oh, okay," Jessica smiled weakly. "Night Lizzie."

She went back to her room and got in bed. Maybe now I can get some sleep! She thought, sighing.

Jessica heard snorting noises coming from the bathroom that connected her room and Elizabeth's. Puzzled, she glanced at the ominously closed door. Liz must be getting over a cold.