On the path to recovering from that little blip in the road, only two or three blocks from their first final destination, Kyle thought it only courteous to thank their generous friend for the fun. And the minor injuries. And the in-mouth vomit/trauma. "Well tonight was certainly an experience. Thanks Hunter." The young triple j kind of leered over at the pervert of the group, since he was equally at fault. "Kenny."

Quick to agree with Kyle that they had had fun on this little expedition - him more so than the others - the young blonde didn't quite meet her eye as she glanced up from dusting car debris from her pants. "We should do it again sometime."

So tempted to ask if he meant the game or the sex, she couldn't figure out a way to ask him without saying it directly. Had Stan and Kyle not been present, she felt that it was the kind of thing she would have just blurted out. "Maybe we should..."

Good God, if he had to suffer this bullshit much longer... Figuring that it would be a good idea to make a friendly suggestion, Stan hoped that if they had a full night to work this out, then their group wouldn't have to witness weeks of awkward back and forth. "Why don't we just drop you guys off at one place, and save some gas?" He might have had more fun and been more gracious if he hadn't gotten the bloody nose.

Sky met storm clouds as they thought about the suggestion; it wouldn't be the first time that she had stayed out without permission, and it wasn't like anyone at his house would care if he brought home an extra body, or what they got up to. Reaching the same conclusion - and with the same reservations about how this night could shape the rest of their lives (or high school or whatever) - the duo nodded more at each other than Stan.

So with that settled, it was only a matter of minutes before they were let out into the chilly night, waving to their friends as the boys drove off to stay the night at Stan's. Although it was more nerves keeping them rooted in place than an actual desire to see that their friends had made it past the curb safely, Kenny and Hunter didn't go inside until the SUV had pulled out of sight. While it had seemed like a good idea at the time, now that they were there on the stoop, Kenny was rather embarrassed for her to see the difference in their living arrangements.

Setting those feelings of shame aside, he was unable to dwell on this being the first time she had come to his house, seeing as they had things to discuss. Important things. "Don't mind my parents." If they were even conscious... "My sister probably won't be back until the morning, so you won't meet her until breakfast."

"Oh." Then that meant that they would basically be alone. All night. Again. Only this time, it would be all night...

Opening the front door since it was his house, although it wouldn't have made much of a difference if it had been his guest, Kenneth was disheartened by her apparent lack of enthusiasm, taking her meaning the wrong way. "It won't be anything special, but we can scrounge up something."

Hunter shook her head as the gravity of things really began to take a firm hold of her, "No, no, that's not it." And seriously, it wasn't like she was going to starve to death by missing a meal. In fact, she could probably stand to go without for a couple of days, as her brother so kindly reminded her at every available window. "It's just that I didn't think we'd be alone."

Dear finger banging Lord in heaven, don't let her go through that whole shy spiel again if it came down to them hooking up later. Oh, who the fuck did he think he was trying to kid? Of course it was going to come down to that - it nearly did in the car, and that had been in the presence of their friends; so obviously, it was only a matter of time until it did. "What were you expecting to happen if you came over?"

She didn't answer. In fact, Hunter didn't speak again until he had lead her through the house to his room. If there had been a plan of any kind, it probably would have included them sitting up half the night just watching TV or playing X-Box to kill the time, but that was taken off the table because his parents were both passed out drunk in the living room; Mr. McCormick stretched across the floor with a half-empty bottle in his hand, and Mrs. McCormick was snoring on the couch. At least they had their clothes on this time...

Besides the addition of some new clothes and an extra titty poster to cover up a rather large hole in the wall, his room really hadn't changed all that much from the time when he was ten. Kicking aside one of the mountainous stacks of dirty magazines by his bed so they weren't immediately recognizable for what they were, the blonde lead the girl into the heart of the action. "This is it."

Not really having anything with her but a pocket full of garbage and an armful of female torture devices, Hunter asked if there was a place she could set her things. "Uh, is there somewhere I can...?"

"Right." Looking around for the best place for her to dump her crap until she left the next morning, he grabbed her things from her and just kind of thew the corset and bandages into the cleaner of the three unoccupied corners. "So you really wear that stuff every day?" He pointed down at the corset.

She shook her head as if he had just asked her something completely ludicrous, "Not the corset, but yeah, the Ace. Unless I knew I was going to not need it, or I'm spending the day with my family." In fact, if it were up to her, she probably wouldn't wear anything under her t-shirts, but there were appearances to keep up. "If I thought for a minute that I could get away with it, I wouldn't bother at all. I hate wearing tight clothes - part of my claustrophobia, I guess. Technically fear of being buried alive, but they all kind of coincide."

A chick that didn't believe in wearing bras?! He might have just met his soul mate. "I guess its a good thing that your tits aren't bigger than a C-cup then." Seeing the dirty look on her face, he knew that he had said the wrong thing. "I mean your tits are fine being small."

So not helping to assuage her short temper. "So I belong on the itty-bitty titty committee? And what was it that you said to that stupid bitch earlier? Something about me having a freakishly long neck? Am I forgetting anything...? Oh, yeah, apparently I look like a gay emo dude. Awesome." Like all women, she intuitively had a really good memory for insults. Just another perk to consider.

So even with those flaws, he'd still have sex with her again, but now didn't seem the time to bring that up. "So why do you do it? Dress like a dude? You seem to really take pride in..." He averted his eyes once more to her chest. "Being a chick."

Although she didn't miss that rather obvious scan, Hunter took the bait and launched into her story of why she donned the drag. Like a truly good audience, he simply listened, or at least appeared to. "...And yeah. That's my damage, and why everyone thinks that I'm a dude."

But somehow, besides making everything so much more complicated than he had initially realized, a part of him was glad to learn that Hunter was of the Venus variety. In some way that he couldn't explain, it was better knowing that she was in fact a she, that he was the one that got to have her first. Dammit. Dammit! Why did he have to go there and think something like that?! He still had to figure out how she would react to his story before he would know where he stood. Still though...

That was quite a lot to take in, but already knowing her from a different angle, it made a lot of things click. Whatever she may have said, it was a way for her to do something for herself, to be selfish and to be a kid, but also, it was a kind of coping mechanism that allowed her to cling to the illusion that she wasn't wasn't completely a slave to her situation, that she had some control. Being in a place not unlike her own, he understood why she had made the decisions that she did, and why she didn't want to cast away the one thing rooting her to a semblance of sanity, as insane as it may have sounded to some.

I chose not to go into detail about Hunter's story to Kenny only because it would take another seven chapters to rehash something that the readers already know.

I do not own South Park, that's all on Matt and Trey, but I do own Hunter and Avery!