Lucas walked into the house straight in the middle of a very familiar scene. The music was so loud one could barely hear themselves think. There were a few kegs and various other half filled alcohol bottles everywhere. The place was so smoky it was hard to see and one could only speculate that the smoke was coming from just cigarettes. And there were people everywhere. People laughing, people talking, people making out, people dancing, people getting wasted. Yes the scene was very familiar. It was just like the high school and college days.

"Hey, player! There you are!" Tim smiled. "It's about time you got your ass here."

Lucas shrugged and tried to smile.

"What's up, dude?"

Lucas Scott was usually the life of the party. He was the king of having a good time but for once he was the wallflower in the background. The shy boy, the one who looked almost intimidated by his surroundings as he shoved his hands deep in his pockets.

"Didn't I tell you this was gonna be off the hook tonight?"

"Yeah", Lucas sighed.

Off the hook…that was certainly one way of describing it.

"Come on", Tim grinned. "Let's make the usual rounds."

"You go on ahead, man. I'm just gonna grab a beer or something."

Tim nodded and gave the thumbs up sign as he caught sight of a pretty girl he'd been looking at all night. Lucas just shook his head as he headed for the keg. He filled his cup to the brim and immediately downed the ice cold brew. He looked around, slightly amused that some of the same partying faces were those from the high school days.

He sat there for a while just bopping his head to the beat of the music, inhaling drink after drink. After an hour or so, he was bored out of his mind and not nearly as buzzed as he should have been. He wanted to find Tim and go but his friend was nowhere in sight. Sighing, Lucas reached for his keys.

"Friends don't let friends drive drunk."

He looked up to see who owned the tiny set of hands that had grabbed his. Lucas found himself staring into an amazing set of hazel eyes. They sparkled as they teased him and he was able to get a better look at the rest of her. She had an innocent baby face almost that totally contradicted the supermodel body. And she certainly didn't mind showing it off in the tight low rise jeans and a long sleeve shirt with a plunging neckline and a bottom that kept rising up jus above her belly button. Long, brunette hair cascaded down her back.

"That's cool but I'm not drunk…and we're not friends", he smirked, taking his keys back.

She went unfazed.

"But we could be, friends that is. And I'm definitely drunk and this is a pretty banging party so I don't know why you'd want to take off so early. What's your name?"

"Luke", he answered.

She nodded and smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Luke. My name is Kim."

She extended her hand and he shook it.

"Nice to make your acquaintance."

"I'm sure. So, do you want to do a jello shot with me?"

Lucas just looked at her. It was on then tip of his tongue to say no. He wanted to stick with the original plan and just leave but when he opened his mouth, something entirely different came out.

"Sure", he shrugged. "Why not?"

Kim led him by the hand over to where the shots were flowing rampantly. She challenged him to a drinking contest and together they giggled as they tried to down as many shots as possible in the specified time limit. Afterwards, both were pretty drunk and usually that led to one thing.

"There's an extra room upstairs", Kim grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels in her other hand. "We could go and have a little private party of our own."

She dragged him up the steps and he didn't protest, not even when she pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top of him.

"Dude, I am so fucked up", he groaned.

"You are so cute", she teased, using her fingertip to make a trail from the tip of his nose on down.

She was a hottie and she was definitely hot for him. Lucas did not resist when she leaned in and kissed him. Their mouths opened and their tongues tangled with each other, Kim moaning inside his mouth. She pulled off her shirt to expose large, perky breasts practically spilling out of the lacy black bra.

"Don't you want to talk first?" he half joked in his semi drunken state.

"Not really", she answered matter of factly. "Don't you want to fuck me?"

Lucas didn't answer. He didn't have time to respond as she eased off him and slowly, sensually removed her jeans. They were so tight she practically had to peel them off. It left her in matching panties and showed off a toned and tanned flat stomach and gorgeous set of legs.

"Yeah", he finally spoke, his mouth dry. "Yeah, I want to fuck you."

Kim grinned as she climbed back on the bed and they kissed again. It was rough and passionate and neither could get his clothes off fast enough. He unfastened her bra and her tits jumped out at him, leaving them both in their underwear. Her eyes widened as she saw the super sized bulge literally throbbing in his boxer briefs.

"Wow", she purred appreciatively. "Looks like I'm a lucky lady tonight."

His reply was to let his teeth playfully bite at her breasts. Kim moaned as he pleasured them with his fingertips and tongue. He was a master at it, being just slow and sensual enough yet combining the technique with the appropriate amount of playfulness and necessary roughness. It was almost enough to make her orgasm right then and there and Lucas knew it. He was famous for that.

"Spread your legs", he commanded her huskily as he placed her on her back and climbed on top.

Kim did as she was told, her hands rubbing the silky material now moist with her own juices. Her heavy breathing was coming in spurts and she couldn't take it anymore. Hooking his thumbs in the thongs, he slid them down her legs and tossed them onto the floor behind him.

"Go down on me", she begged.

For a minute he was tempted. There was nothing tastier or more intoxicating than the scent of a woman in the throes of passionate excitement. He loved performing oral sex and had made it into a bit of an art form but Lucas held back. Even in his altered state, he had to remember the rules of the game. It wasn't like it was Haley. He didn't know this girl at all. She was just another number, another notch on the bed post, another set of points in his sexual scoring game. Pleasuring her with his mouth just wasn't in the cards.

"Shut up", he grunted as he reached for a condom and placed it securely on his member.

Then making sure she was ready by testing her with his finger, he plunged deep into her. The girl screamed like a crazy woman, howling and writing beneath his weight and rhythmic thrusts. She panted and moaned and screamed for more, a request Lucas Scott was happy to oblige. He pounded into her as she clawed at his back and after just a few minutes, he released.

It would have been procedure to give her a nice slap on the ass, thank her for a good time, then get dressed and rejoin the party but Lucas lay on the bed unable to move. She was talking to him but he couldn't make out her words. It was just a pair of lips moving as his eyelids became heavy and eventually he couldn't keep them open. He fell into a deep sleep where his overactive subconscious took over the reigns…

The sun shone down brightly on the deck of the boat. Little Lucas stood on his tiptoes as he fished with his father and grandfather. He loved being on the boat and he loved to fish even if Grandpa Royal kept score and turned every event into a competition. And even his dad seemed semi normal and at peace as they glided across the calm waters.

Lucas felt a tug on his lone.

"I got one, Grandpa! Daddy, I got one!"

Sure enough the little fellow did and the two adult males helped him reel it in. It was a big one, especially for such a little boy and the child beamed as Royal lit a cigar and proudly boasted of his small grandson's catch of the day. Even Mae joined in as she grabbed the camera and began snapping pictures.

"Look, everyone! Lucas caught a fish!"

Lucas proudly held it up to the camera before tossing it in the bucket to be scaled, gutted and cleaned for cooking.

"I want to tell Mommy", he ran ahead below deck to where Karen had been resting.

Royal was on his grandson's heels but the little boy opened the door to where the bed was. He stopped. He frowned. He didn't understand the mechanics of what was happening at first. Why was Mommy naked? Why was she making those sounds? And why was Uncle Keith naked on the bed with her?

Royal walked into the room and pulled Lucas away by the hand.

"Come along, boy", he prodded.

"But Grandpa", Lucas whined. "What were they doing?"

"Nothing. Nothing. Just forget about it, do you hear me?"

Even with the harsh tone, Lucas could not just forget about it. And although he was too young to understand, at that moment he knew something was terribly wrong. He began to shake and cry as he rejoined the other adults on top.

"What's the matter, son?" Dan asked.

Lucas ignored him, instead in an act of adolescent desperation, threw himself overboard into the water. Mae screamed in panic, Royal cursed and Dan, wearing sunglasses, shoes and all, immediately jumped over after him. In seconds he had his little boy by the collar and brought him up where Grandma Mae was waiting with clean, dry towels.

Upon hearing the commotion, Keith and Karen came up as well, both horrified as they surveyed the situation and realized what Lucas had done.

"Oh honey", Karen cried as she cradled the frazzled child in her arms. "Are you alright? What happened?"

Lucas just shivered.

"Son", Dan kneeled down. "Why would you do something like that?"

Lucas looked at his mother and his uncle. Then he looked at his grandfather. Royal Scott was an entity feared by many and respected by all. The intimidation factor was not lost on a 7 year old. Lucas just hung his head silently.

It would be many years before he learned all about the birds and the bees and not much longer after that before he would have his first experience. But he'd never forget that image on the boat that day. It haunted him in sleep and when he was awake. It was just another demon locked deep inside. And no matter what, Lucas would always somehow associate physical intimacies with that one moment…

"No!" he sat straight up.

Kim stirred and opened her eyes before putting the pillow over her head and groaning.

"Why are you yelling?" she mumbled. "And why is it so fucking bright in here? God, my head is killing me!"

Lucas jumped up and frantically searched for his clothing, which he found and hastily threw on.

"I've got to go", he simply said.

She shrugged.

"Whatever. I had fun last night."

But he was already gone and out the door. He ran down the steps and smack into his best friend.

"Whoa! Slow down, cowboy", Tim grinned. "No wonder I couldn't find your ass the rest of the night. You were doing the horizontal tango, you dirty bird."

"Tim…"

"Who is she? Was she hot? She better be hot. You know how the beer goggles go."

"I've got to get the hell out of here", Lucas gasped.

"Dude, you don't look so hot. That chick must have rocked your world. You want some water?"

Lucas shook his head and ran outside to the truck. He climbed in and tried to get control of himself and his emotions. He could barely breathe. He could barely think. God, it was too much! He banged his head on the steering wheel. He was a fucking idiot! Why? Why had he done that? Why was his life in such shambles? And why was he just like them? He needed a shower, a scalding hot shower. Only then maybe would the water wash away everything…the guilt, the shame, the horror, the impulse, the dirt. It would wash away the memory of the night before. It would wash away the memories of the past.