"And that, Marcus, is all that I can remember." Grace smiled. "We had some fun, hey?"
Marcus had an indescribable look on his face. Suddenly, he sat up, and looked around. "Did we use... you know, protection?"
Grace's face went ashen. "Oh, my goodness. I'll look." After searching the room, they hadn't found any. Both Marcus and Grace were as white as the sheets strewn on the bed.
Grace voiced her thought.
"We're dead."
Marcus just nodded.
"So what do we do now?"
Stevie looked at Regan, who was clearly panicking. "Don't worry. We will deal with it when Grace gets home."
"If Ingrid finds out..."
"Yes, I know, Regan, but she isn't going to. Not from us, anyway. Ring Grace again."
Regan did as Stevie said, and a sober Grace answered.
"Hello, Regan."
"GRACE! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? Do you NOT remember what Ingrid said to you yesterday?"
"Oh yes, I certainly remember." A smile crossed Grace's face. "And now, both lover boy and I are in the hot water."
"Yes, you are. I will put Stevie on."
Stevie took the phone from Regan. "Grace McLeod, you need to act quickly. Get up, showered, dressed, then leave the room and come home. Marcus leaves half an hour after you. He will return the keys. Now, get a move on." Stevie disconnected the call and looked at Regan despairingly.
"Will she never learn?"
Grace heard the click of Stevie hanging up, and looked at Marcus. "We buggered up, hey?"
Marcus stayed silent for a second. "I don't think we did. I had fun, and we could keep it that way, unless..."
Grace heard his unsaid question. "Do you want me or Ingrid?"
"I don't know. Ingrid is my girlfriend, but you... well, think about it. No protection, and a night of crazy love-making, what does that usually mean?
Grace turned pale. "So, if I do fall pregnant... we should be together."
Marcus nodded. "We will see what happens. Have a shower, get out of here. I'll wait."