The last several weeks have been boringly uneventful, thank goodness. Lexi had helped with the Shack, always in her tail. Though Stan had asked if she'd start watching kids. She'd been appalled, and had given him the most disgusted look, demanding to know if she looked like a damn babysitter. He'd laughed, ruffling her hair, only to earn a kick in the ass, and a missing siren for nearly a week. Lexi had taken refuge at Tyler's, the man having been overly eager for a much needed girls weekend.

But, after six days, she'd walked out of the shower to Tyler having sex with another. In the hallway. She'd stood in shock, and the pair had spotted her, lightly trying to get her to join, but she'd bolted out the door.

An hour later, she sits down, in her spanx and tank, with bare feet, across from Tyler in the Diner.

"You ran out so fast, I thought you might have forgotten your phone," he jokes lightly. "I'm sorry, if you don't agree wi-"

"It's not that, not even the sex part. I have…" she thinks on how to explain it, without giving any details, and finally settles on, "I have a bad relationship with sex."

Tyler nods, accepting her non-answer, and smiles, "So, the Woodstick festival is in town. Wanna come with?"

"What is it?"

"A music festival, where all of Oregan's most up and coming bands showcase what they've got."

"Sounds like fun," Lexi nods.

"Have you thought about forgiving Stan?" He asks, when some chilly fries are placed in front of them.

"I already have. Just letting him stew," she smirks, shrugging.

"Lexi!"

"Good morning, Mabel," she greets the kid. "How are you?"

"I miss you. When are you coming back to the Shack? It sucks being the only girl there," she whines.

"I was planning on being back tomorrow evening. Unless Tyler has plans for tonight?"

"I do," he informs.

"Then, I'll be back tonight, after the festival."

"Yay! Gruncle Stan!"

"I don't think he's going to be stewing for much longer," Tyler smirks.

Lexi shivers, "Wipe that off your face. You're not cute with a smirk on," she explains, sticking out her tongue.

He knits his fingers together, contemplating her, "Have you thought about getting over your bad relationship? Maybe with someone you know, and can trust?"

"It's not that simple," she admits, voice small, playing with her fingers. "There's a lot, and… I don't think I could."

Tyler lays his hand over hers, "If you'd like, Lexi, whenever you're ready… I'll help you get there. I've been told I'm great between the sheets."

Her face a deep red again, she splutters, and tries pulling back her hand, but he holds firm. "I - I thought you were… not interested in women," she says weakly.

"I like both," he winks, waggling his brows.

She face palms, "You really are the most dangerous person in this town."

"You know it, babe," he winks, giggling.

The pair had walked leisurely back to Tyler's house, and with a semi-stern glare, the woman hops into the shower. But she nearly jumps out of her skin, when Tyler steps in as well.

"W-what are you doing?!" her voice comes out in a high squeak.

"Having a shower," he smiles. "Look, you're going to fall in love one day, and this 'thing' you have about sex, it's going to get in the way. I want to help you." Reaching forward slowly, he grabs her hands, tugging them from her face gently, "Look at me. You know me. I won't hurt you, Lexi, I promise."

Knowing her face is flaming, she cracks open one eye, seeing the gentle smile on her friends face. Blinking away the mild burning in her eyes, she slowly relaxes, but her deep blush remains, "You're a monster."

He grins, bringing her hands to his shoulders, and sliding them down, "We're not getting out of this shower until we can touch each other, without you jumping out of your skin."

"You might have to cancel your hot date then," she half-jokes, tugging her hands. He holds her wrists firmly. "Seriously, Tyler…" she squeaks, her hands almost to his cock, "s-stop."

He stops, her hands trembling against his neatly trimmed pubic hair, and keeps her wrists firmly in his grip. "Look at me, Lexi. You're safe. I'm your friend, and I am helping you. No sex, just touching," he promises.

"I… I can't. Let me go," she whimpers.

"I'm not going to rape you. I put the pieces together," he explains, voice gentle, at her suddenly terrified expression. He releases one of her wrists, only to cup her cheek, "Am I hurting you?"

"N… no," lets her eyes meet his, and can see the small satisfaction in them. Looking down, she realizes both hands are still on him, "I think… I can, just d-don't force anything."

Nodding, he releases his grip, and drops his hands, happy that she's already this comfortable. "Take your time, Lexi."

Very slowly, she slides her hands down more, but panics, and slides them back up to his shoulders. "I can do this… I am Lexi Amero, and I… I will not be afraid."

Walking into the Mystery Shack, the sun setting behind her, she listens to the silent house, "They must be at the Woodstick festival. Think I'll have a shower, get the glitter off."

So, plan made, she kicks off her high heels, and grabs a towel and her soaps, before padding into the bathroom.

After her shower, she's just stepping out of the tub, when the door opens.

With a yelp, she slips backwards, cracking her head off the porcelain, while Stan races forward. He kneels next to the tub, and slides his hand to the back of her neck, helping her sit up. Then prods the already forming goose egg, making her flinch and hiss.

"Sorry, didn't know anyone was in here."

"Tch, dumbass," she grumbles, reaching up, and smacking him. "Gimme my towel."

Stan does as ordered, even gripping her upper elbow, and helping her to her feet, before wrapping the towel around her. "You gonna be ok getting dressed?"

"I really dislike men," she grumbles, wincing in pain. "That hurts…"

"Come on," he orders, scooping her into his arms, and ignoring her hiss at him. He carries her into her room, and sets her on the sofa, "Where are your clothes?"

"Suit case," she points, wincing as her head throbs in pain. "I really don't feel good."

Stan pulls out a tank top and loose sweat pants, before returning to her. "Think you can get them on?" he asks, helping her to her feet.

"Should, yeah," she nods, and winces.

She'd had to rely on him for balance, but had managed to pull on her pants, and tug on her shirt. But, needing the extra comfort, she asks him to grab an old navy sweater from her suitcase, one that is far too big for her petite form. Stan looks at it, seeing how she's taken such care of the old thing, and smiles before bringing it to her.

"That's pretty big, and old. Where'd you get it?"

Lexi snuggles into the old thing, feeling much safer, and leans back into the sofa. "When I was a teen, some man gave it to me. I never saw him again, so I kept it."

Stan walks out, and Lexi lays down, quickly falling asleep. It had been a big day, after all that had happened, both at the festival, and before.

In the morning, Lexi staggers into the kitchen, accepting the mug from Stan, a second one in his hands. "Morning. How's the head?"

"Sore," she grumbles, before drinking her coffee.

"The kids are out for the day, again. And, I'm not opening the Shack today."

"Why the quiet?" Lexi asks, sitting down across from him.

"I think… I think we need to talk."

Lexi takes a long drink, before setting the mug down, "Alright. What about?"