Lights rise on a Midwest, upper-middle c...

Lights rise on a Midwest, upper-middle class teenage girl’s bedroom. Stuffed animals, sports trophies, “A” papers tacked to a bulletin board. On the wall, among boy-band posters, hangs a poster reading “Glorify God In Your Body, And In Your Spirit, Which Are God's.— I CORINTHIANS 6:20.” JESSICA, 20, stands over a suitcase open on the bed. She removes a tank top from the suitcase and lays it on the bed. She removes her sweater and shirt, then her pants, then her bra. As she does, there is a knock on the door. Before she can answer, the door opens a crack. Jessica grabs the tank top from the bed to cover herself. The door opens a bit more and MICHAEL, also 20, pokes his head in the room.

Jessica (hushed) What are you doing?

Michael (hushed) You okay?

Jessica (hushed) Close the door.

Michael slips into the room and shuts the door behind him. As soon as he is in, Jessica lets her guard down. She pulls the shirt on over her head.

Michael Don’t put them away.

Michael slides up to Jessica. He begins kissing her neck and slides a hand up her shirt.

Jessica Is this really a good idea?

Michael Oh, this is a great idea.

Jessica Seriously. Your mom.

Michael They’re all asleep. Tryptophan got them.

Jessica All of them?

Michael Dad and the cousins are watching Sports Center downstairs. They’ll be fine.

Michael moves in and kisses Jessica. She kisses him back for a moment. A disgruntled, sports-highlight-inspired groan erupts from downstairs. Jessica pulls away.

Jessica This really isn’t a good idea.

Michael sits on the edge of the desk.

Michael Fine. Later, maybe? After everyone’s asleep?

Jessica Maybe.

Michael I’ll hold you to that.

Jessica Tuck me in?

Jessica goes to the bed and pulls back the covers.

Michael That’s what you’re wearing?

Jessica Yeah.

Michael That’s what’s gonna get me in trouble.

Jessica What do you mean?

Michael I mean my mom’s going to be poking her head in the door to get you up for breakfast at 7:30 tomorrow morning.

Jessica And?

Michael And I know you’ve never slept with you, but you’re a kicker. She comes in and finds the covers on the floor and you in your tank top and your little black panties—she’s going to think I’m bringing a trollop into the family.

Jessica Well, aren’t you?

Michael Yeah, but that’s supposed to be our little secret.

Michael goes to the dresser. He opens one of the drawers and removes a nightgown.

Michael Put this on. Lizzie won’t mind.

Michael tosses the nightgown to Jessica, then goes to the door and leans against it.

Jessica pulls off her tank top and pulls the nightgown over her head.

Michael It went well, I think.

Jessica You think?

Michael Better than I hoped, honestly. Yeah. I think they appreciated you going tonight.

Jessica finishes dressing and gets in bed. Michael goes to tuck her in.

Jessica Your dad’s nice.

Michael Yeah.

Jessica And your mom, too.

Michael Yeah. Sorry about that grace thing. I don’t know what she was thinking.

Jessica It’s okay. It took me back.

Michael You did good, though.

Jessica Well, I’ve got a lot to be thankful for.

Michael Me, too.

They kiss.

Jessica I love you.

Michael I love you, too.

Michael gets up and heads for the door. He stops and turns.

Michael I will be back. And when I come back, I will f##k you.

Jessica Deal.

Michael So no sleeping.

Jessica No sleeping.

Michael leaves.

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