The motel was cheap but it was clean. They were given three rooms on three different floors, which made Casey nervous. Derek understood, but he still thought she was making a big deal about something they had no control over.

"Maybe you should share with Stig and I'll share with Lucy." She suggested. Derek laughed.

"And start the alarm bells ringing? Besides, all this reminiscing has got me remembering what you were like in college…all those late night 'study' sessions we did. I learnt a lot from you." He said suggestively pulling her back onto the bed.

"I'm not in the mood." Casey said looking up at him with a mock pout.

"I bet I could change that. We've got a while before dinner."

000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

James was flicking through the television channels while Cathy dozed beside him. He had enjoyed today. Derek and Casey were so similar to him and Cathy (yes, even down to the teasing). And despite the fighting between them which seemed to haunt their school days, even Stig and Lucy had got through one day without parental supervision without fighting. Progress!

Cathy turned in her sleep and he glanced down at her. Her blouse had slipped slightly and he could see a tantalising glimpse of his favourite bra. It was black and pink and did amazing things with her breasts that…he closed his eyes.

Thirty seconds later and he gave up trying to forget the last time that he had seen her in that bra and found himself gently undoing the buttons of her top. His fingers brushed her skin.

"James. What are you doing?"

"Passing the time, I'm bored." He said, reaching the last button.

"Oh." Cathy said sleepily as he started easing her skirt up towards her hips. "Okay. Just try not to wake me."

"That's fine. I'll amuse myself."

His wife let him push her on to her back, and she continued to pretend to doze, smiling.

000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

"What is it about people of a certain generation and their need to take afternoon naps?" Lucy asked, throwing herself onto one of the single beds in her hotel room.

"Is that what you think they're doing?" Stig said from the other bed. He was watching hockey and was sprawled with his hands behind his head and his feet stretched out.

"Why what do you think they're doing?"

"Well I know what my parents are probably doing, because they never seem to do anything else when it's the off-season and they're alone together. Of course, they do it a lot during the season too, but they seem to think they have permission to do it a lot more when the season ends."

"Which is?"
"Please tell me you aren't that much of a prude."

Lucy widened her eyes. "My parents won't be."

"Are you sure? They seem to touch each other as much as my parents do…that's normally an indicator."

"Ew!" Lucy exclaimed.

"I know. Old people and sex."

"Your mom isn't old. She could still have children."

"Don't give her any ideas. Being one of four is bad enough."

"Great. So if they are all…communing…what are we going to do?"

"Communing? Why don't you just say 'having sex'?"

"I don't want to be vulgar."

"What's vulgar about sex?"

"It's just…not something I talk about easily."
Stig chuckled. "Do I infer something from that?"
"What?"

"That you haven't…"

"None of your business."

"I'll take that as a 'no'."

Lucy huffed. "Why? Have you?"
"Oh. So I don't get to ask, but you do?"

"St-ig. You guessed. It's only fair I get to find out too."

"Then guess." He shrugged.

Lucy looked at him, carefully.

"Well the toilet walls say you have. But I rarely listen to gossip. Knowing your parents, your dating history and the way you behaved today, I would say 'no'."

"Why would you say that?"

"You haven't dated anyone long enough. I think you have standards. I think you've probably fooled around a lot and come very close a few times, but vaulting the hurdle…no."
He switched the TV off and sat up.

"Well?" she asked. "Did I guess right?"

He got off the bed and walked towards the bathroom, pausing beside her as he went.

"You ever tell a soul…"

"Why would I? You know about me."

"Lucy. The whole school knows about you. I, on the other hand, have a rep to maintain." He went into the bathroom and slammed the door.

"Girls don't like guys with a lot of experience, you know." She shouted. "It actually makes you more attractive if you haven't…you know…done it."

"Have sex, Lucy! For fuck's sake just say the words. I've had enough of the euphemisms." He shouted back.

"No!"

Stig flushed the toilet, washed his hands and emerged from the bathroom. He leant against the bathroom door and smirked at her sitting on the bed.

"Say it."

"No."

He laughed and leant over her. "Say it, Luce the prude. Say "There is nothing wrong with having sex. Having sex does not make me a whore.""
"St-ig!"

"Say it. You can whisper it if you want."

Lucy rolled her eyes. "Oh for fuck's sake, Steven! There is nothing wrong with having sex. Having sex does not make me a whore. There. Satisfied?"

"Ecstatic!" He laughed. "Come on. Let's go and explore the city while the parentals "commune"."

She laughed and took the offered hand and pulled herself off the bed.