Lindsay and Danny made it up to her room. Back in New York it would have been almost midnight.
"So this was your room growing up?" Danny looked around.
"They've redecorated since then but yes." Lindsay replied.
"Ever get any action in here?" Danny inquired.
"As far as I know none of us have ever done it under my parent's roof and that isn't going change while we're here."
"You're a country girl I bet you lost it in a hay barn."
"Not that I haven't done it in a hay barn, but actually it was the second year of college to one of the TA's."
"Did you at least get a decent grade out of it?"
"He wasn't a TA on any of my courses; he was TA for one of the English classes. He had a habit of reciting John Donne poetry when he got hot and bothered which drove me crazy. That's probably why it fizzled out after a couple weeks, which was a real shame as he was really cute. But since we're in a sharing mood." She prompted.
"Tina Marconi." Danny replied. "She was the neighbourhood…." He paused looking for the right word.
"Hooker?" Lindsay guessed.
"Slut." Danny corrected. "She'd put out for a bottle of beer."
"I thought you had higher standards than that."
"I was fourteen and horny."
"I see the only thing that changed was your age."
"I'm a guy." Danny shrugged.
"You sure are cowboy." Lindsay winked at him and then yawned.
She started to move the extra pillows from the bed into a chair.
"Why do women need to put so many pillows on a bed?" Danny asked.
"For the same reason they put cushions on the couch." Lindsay replied.
"I never understood that either."
"If you don't get it now I'm not going to tell you." Lindsay informed him. "What do think of the quilt?"
"Before I answer that tell if some dead relative made it."
"Actually I made it as a home ec project in high school. It's made from all my dresses that I'd grown out of, and costumes from school plays and that's part of my junior high cheerleaders outfit." She point out a patch of the quilt.
"It's very nice." Danny replied. "How come it didn't come to New York with you?"
"I gave it to Mom as a gift, so she keeps it on my bed."
"That's something I guess."
"I'm going to get ready for bed, the bathroom is through here." Lindsay pointed to the door leading off her room.
"You had your own bathroom?" Danny questioned.
"No I shared it with Becky. Mom will probably put her and Matt in there when they get here tomorrow and then its the big camp out."
"Camp out?" Danny asked.
"Everyone stays here Christmas Eve." Lindsay explained. "The kids enjoy it and it saves getting up early and coming over here on Christmas morning."
"Right." Danny wasn't used to Christmases like this.
"Just remember to make sure both doors are locked when you use the bathroom." Lindsay disappeared inside with her pyjamas."
Lindsay curled up her head resting on Danny's chest.
"Why aren't you asleep?" She whispered.
"It's too quiet." Danny replied.
Lindsay couldn't help but smile.
"Why aren't you asleep?"
"I'm just enjoying the quiet." Lindsay stated.
"We really are from two different worlds."
"No just a couple thousand miles." Lindsay replied. "But we work."
"I know." He kissed the top of her head.
"If it helps any I couldn't sleep when I first moved to New York, it was too noisy."
"I'll get used to it."
"We're only here for a few days and then we can get back to the noisy city you love."
TBC