"You need some help with that watermelon?" Rosalie asked Aaron as they came in with groceries. "It was an interesting choice for you to get."

"Yes, well, it's what Mom and I used to do," Aaron replied. "When the nights would get warm during the summer, we'd sit out with fans, eat watermelon, and then catch fireflies."

"That sounds really nice," Rosalie smiled. "Can you and I do that?"

"I'm glad you want to," Aaron replied as he helped her put the new groceries away and then brought the watermelon out on the deck while Rosalie followed behind. He got down on his knees and cut the watermelon in half, taking one half for himself and giving Rosalie the other one.

"I got some with seeds," he said. "Wanna see how far you can spit them?"

"Your mother did that with you too?" Rosalie asked, not quite believing it.

"No, that was more Dad's thing," Aaron replied. "So…do you want to, or not?"

"Sure," Rosalie replied after turning on the porch light, even though the full moon overhead gave them lots of light as well. "You're on."

So they set up a small trash can a short distance away from where they sat on the deck and Aaron said, "All right. You have to get it in there, and if you do, you get a point. Do you need me to show you how it's done?"

"No," Rosalie shook her head. "I think I can handle spitting, thank you very much." But when she took her first seed and tried to spit it, it just landed in her lap, leaving a wet spot on her jean shorts.

"I knew that would happen!" Aaron crowed. "Not as easy as you thought, is it?"

"Well it was only my first try!" Rosalie replied. "Why don't you do it if you think you're so good."

"All right," Aaron nodded, digging out a seed and then grinning as he spat it out and it landed in the trash can with a metallic banging noise. "There," he said confidently. "I did it."

"How the hell did you get so much distance?" She asked in amazement. "Show me."

So Aaron took out a few more seeds and he showed her. "You really have to get a lot of spit in your mouth," he told her. "If you just have a little bit and try and do it, it won't go anywhere."

Rosalie nodded, gathered up a mouthful of spit, stuck a seed in between her lips, and spat. She didn't get it in the can, but she got much more distance this time. "See!" She told Aaron. "I did better!"

"You did," Aaron smiled and gave her a kiss. "Good job!" They continued to spit seeds until Amy came out just as Rosalie landed her first seed in the trash can. "Thanks for getting those groceries put away," she told them and sat down. "What are we doing?"

"Aaron got watermelon and we've been seeing who can spit the most seeds into that trash can over there," Rosalie told her mother. "I just got my first one in the can."

"Well, it's nice to see the two of you having fun," Amy replied.

"You wanna try?" Aaron asked, offering her a seed.

"Thanks," Amy told him and shook her head. "But I really don't think I should."

"Mom doesn't really approve of spitting for no reason," Rosalie informed him.

"So you're not even gonna try it once?" Aaron asked, looking bummed. "All right, but you're missing out."

Amy then paused, thinking that perhaps it wouldn't hurt her to try. Although it had mostly been Klaus' behavior that had driven them apart, she had to admit that her own less than flexible and prim nature had also been a factor.

"Give me that!" She said suddenly and snatched the seed out of Aaron's hand. He looked surprised for a moment and then said, "Okay, great! You're going to take a turn. See that trash can over there?"

"Yeah," Amy nodded. "I see it."

"That's where you have to try and spit the seed." Aaron then got up and moved it closer so Amy wouldn't have so far to spit.

"Hey!" Rosalie cried. "You didn't do that for me!"

"Yes, but this is your mother," Aaron replied. Then he smiled at Amy. "Whenever you're ready, go ahead."

Amy nodded and prepared her mouth, and just as she spat the seed out, Rosalie snapped a picture to send to her father with the caption, Mom's walking on the wild side tonight doing a spitting contest. Her seed didn't get into the trash can, but hit the side instead. "You see that?" Amy cried excitedly. "I was close!"

"You were," Aaron nodded. "You want to try again?"

"Sure," Amy nodded with a determined grin. "And why don't you move the trash can back where you had it before? I want a challenge."

As Klaus and Renee stumbled in his house again after her first transformation and collapsed on the sofa together, he picked up his phone and looked through his messages. He found the one from Rosalie and looked at it in disbelief. It was a picture of his prim and proper wife spitting! And just for fun, according to Rosalie. He sent her back a message: loved the picture of your mum. Wish I could have been there.

"What's the message?" Renee asked, trying to look at it as Klaus held the phone out of her grasp.

"Oh, it's nothing," he said. "Why don't you head to bed? You've had a long night."

"All right," Renee agreed and kissed him while she stuck her hands in the back pockets of his jeans for a moment. "Don't you keep me waiting, though." She pulled away from him, pausing as she heard the doorbell ring. "Who could that be?" She asked, sitting back down on the sofa.

"It's probably no one," Klaus told her quickly, assuming it was Amy at the door and not wanting Renee to meet her so soon after her first transformation. "You just go to bed and I'll join you in a minute."

"No, thank you," Renee told him. "I think I'll stay right here and see who it is."

Swearing under his breath, Klaus went to answer the door, his hunch proven correct when he saw Amy on the front step. "Hi!" She said. "I'm not going to stay long. I just wanted to tell you about what I did tonight. I think you'll wanna hear about it."

"I know what you did tonight cause Rosalie sent me a picture of you spitting," Klaus said as he tried to shield her from Renee by holding her close against his body and whispering in her ear. "But now isn't a really good time for me to talk."

"Oh, come now," Renee said. "Let her in. She came all the way over here, after all."

Klaus sighed and then stepped away, allowing Amy entrance. "Hi," she said to Renee. "I'm Amy. Who are you?"

"I'm Renee," She said. "I've seen you at the bar. Klaus came in with you one day. Have you come to take him back?"

"Oh, no, not yet," Amy replied, stepping back a little as Renee got in her face. "You have him now. I-I can wait." She then looked at the clock. "Look at the time. I think I have to go."

"Let's talk outside," Klaus said. "It's really not a problem."

"No," Amy shook her head. "I've really said all I came to say. I-I hope you two have a good rest of your evening. Goodnight." She then ran back to her car and Renee smiled, coming over to take Klaus' hand as he frowned deeply at her. "So…" she said. "Wanna go to bed now?"

"What is that you have there?" Kai asked as Victoria came into his cell carrying a cake and a shopping bag from a fancy clothes store slung over her arm.

"It's nothing really," Victoria replied and set the cake down on the table. "I thought I'd ease you into the idea that I'm not gonna be around as the wedding gets closer and closer."

"You honestly think I'm gonna miss you so much that I have to be given touching reminders of you like a child?" Kai asked. "Boy are you wrong."

"Fine," Victoria replied and picked up the cake, which had her face covering the whole top. "I'll just eat this myself then if you don't want it."

"I didn't mean the cake!" Kai cried quickly. "That can stay here, although there are other parts of you that I'd enjoy eating more than your face. I was talking about the stuff in the bag."

"I think you should see what I have in here before you tell me to take it away," Victoria told him.

"Fine," he huffed. "I'll play your stupid game. What's in the bag?"

"It's the dress I'm gonna wear for the wedding," Victoria smiled. "I thought you'd wanna see it. Turn around so it doesn't ruin the surprise."

Rolling his eyes, Kai turned around, tapping his foot impatiently until Victoria said it was all right to face her again. When he turned back, he couldn't help but gasp a little. She was wearing a red dress with a sweetheart neckline. The bodice had a sparkly silver design that sat between the breasts and then went downward and ended at the waist with some sparkles on the edge of the neckline as well.

The skirt was made of several layers of ruffly red material. There was a train of those same red ruffly layers that went down the back, coming out from a much shorter section that showed off Victoria's long legs and a bit of her thighs as well. His mouth was opening and closing, he could feel some drool running down his chin and it was all he could do not to just grab her and rip the dress off.

"So…what do you think?" Victoria asked. "Did I make the right choice?"

"I-um-you-wow!" Kai got out.

"Does that mean 'Yes'?" Victoria asked.

"Yes," Kai nodded and grabbed her, giving her a deep kiss, then picking her up and laying her down on his cot so he could run his hands up and down her smooth legs.

Then he climbed up next to her and looked down into her eyes. "You look beautiful," he told her. He kissed her again, his hands gently caressing her inner thigh and rubbing her panties. "What do you do to me?" He asked. "You drive me crazy!"

Victoria moaned. "I could say the same thing about you," she said. He then kissed her neck and down her sternum, then ordered her to sit up so he could unzip her dress and peel it away to gaze at her breasts.

"You're so beautiful," he told her. "I want you so much."

"Yeah," Victoria nodded and reached up to pull at his shirt until he pulled it off and tossed it beside the cot. "I want you too." She threw her arms around his neck as he kissed her again and began pulling the dress down until it was off her body.

"Do you trust me?" He asked as she lay underneath him in just her panties.

"No," Victoria shook her head. "I don't…but that's what makes it so exciting."

"Good," Kai smiled and leaned down to kiss her again, and then letting her up so they could have cake.