Tired Eyes...

"Damn, you must be the most patient person I've ever met. I would've poured--if not thrown--a drink on those arrogant jerks," Lana remarked after hearing several tales of over-the-line customers at Goforth's.

"I've been there long enough that if I did it once, my boss might take my side. Any more than that, and I'd be gone," Skye pointed out. "You grin and bear it. We do have a steady number of regulars that come in, and they make up for the jerks."

"Still, I don't know..."

"Let's all admit it; you don't put with much, Lan," Finn commented. "I can't wait until you graduate and get a job. You better find one where arguing is a plus."

"Hey, I'm not that bad. I just don't put up with people's crap."

"Not that bad, huh?" Peyton challenged, glancing around the sunroom. Lacey immediately started giggling.

"Well, I've put with your snide remarks and her giggling for years," Lana stated, folding her arms in a huff.

"That's it, I'm ready to hit the bed," Skye announced after her third straight yawn. Besides the ice skating and icy lake incident, the young brunette spent most of the night before upset over her treatment by Fred. "It's been a long day."

"I need to check on a thing too," Lana declared, standing up. She glared at her friends and sister until a slight grin formed at the thought of what she wanted to check on upstairs.

Following Skye through the French doors, Lana ran into the brunette, who had skidded to a halt. A loud moan seeped through the walls of the cabin, almost as if ghosts haunted it. The ginger spotted her mom in the kitchen, appearing unsure where to look or what to say. Her olive-skinned best friend studied the ceiling in amusement. The usually chatty honey blonde blushed with a hand over her shocked silent mouth. And an annoyed platinum blonde finished out the foursome of women, her head inside the open refrigerator door.

"Pop that cum gun!"

Lana's head shot up to stare at the ceiling at the faint words. Oh, my...holy shit! Is that JoJo?

"If it weren't for the banging, I'd swear they had a porno on up there."

"Gabs!"

"What? You're hearing the same shit I'm hearing," Gabriela retorted, fighting off a laughing fit. "Didn't think that one had it in her."

"Who or what is going on?" Skye asked in confusion.

"I think Jared's plan to make up with JoJo took a turn in the direction of fucking," Lana piped in, walking around the puzzled brunette. "Am I right?"

"Ugh!" came from above.

"I wonder if he's using the handcuffs that Jeff bought?" Gabby wondered aloud.

"Gabs!"

"What?"

"That's your son you're talking about!" Rachel needlessly reminded her best friend.

"Like it's the first time I've heard him screwing a girl," she responded with a shrug. "JoJo's the revelation up there."

"Yes, this is all very enlightening," Kimberly remarked sarcastically, holding up two different fruit drink containers. Nodding to herself, she decided on the cranberry option to drink.

"Guys! Get in here, now!" Lana yelled into the sunroom.

"Lana, don't..." Rachel hissed at her eldest daughter, but it was too late. Her youngest daughter rushed into the cabin, followed by the others.

"Is something wro--" Lacey began to ask in concern, thinking that there was news about Whitney or Sean. The loud moan from above ended that worry as more heads turned to stare at the ceiling.

"Sprinkle my sugar cookie!"

The faint cry upended the kitchen/dining room crowd. Gabby's composure finally crumbled. The mother sat down on a stool as she started to laugh uncontrollably. Kimberly slammed down a cup on the counter, her plan to bed Jared later in the night falling apart entirely. Rachel's hand shot up to cover her face in embarrassment while Chastity looked ready to flee the cabin.

"Is that..."

"JoJo. Yep, that's our shy little girl," Lana supplied, answering her sister's question. "And no, Aunt Gabby, those handcuffs were too small. We had to tie him up with silk scarves I found in the master closet."

"Handcuffs!" Peyton exclaimed.

"Of course, you would be part of this," Rachel griped, shooting her eldest daughter one of her annoyed mother looks.

"You should be proud of me, mommy dearest. I might not be a matchmaker like our cupcake," Lana stated, wrapping an arm around Lacey's shoulder. "But, maybe I found my calling as a lustmaker."

"Oh, please, no," moaned both Rachel and Peyton at the idea.

"Hey, maybe we should get those handcuffs," Austin suggested to Lacey.

"Yes, maybe we should. That way, I know my daughter is safe with you locked up," Clive proclaimed, walking into the dining room, and causing Austin to jump.

Luckily for Austin, Clive's menacing glare didn't lead to any further trouble. The concerning cries from upstairs drew everyone's attention.

"Sperm me! Sperrrmmm mmmmeeeee!" JoJo wailed.

"Fuck iiitt!" Jared bellowed.

"Oh, my!" Lacey gasped in astonishment.

"That's not good," Peyton murmured.

Gabriela's laughing ceased as she realized that her son had flooded the teenaged virgin with his seed. Looking at her best friend in shock initially, Jared's mother's face then switched to distress. A look that Rachel couldn't help herself from commenting on.

"Not so funny any longer, Grandma Gabby?"

"Rachel, I can't believe you," Clive chided his wife.

"Uh, I don't think JoJo is protected," Peyton mumbled.

"No big deal," Gabby announced, suddenly discovering the solution for her concern. "That's what Bridget is for."

"Gabriela Maria Ariza-Lockett! I can't be...if that were one of my daughters, I wouldn't be so flippant about it."

At his wife's line, Clive swung his head around to glare at Austin. The usually confident quarterback shook his head rapidly at his girlfriend's father while backing up into the sunroom.

"No need to be so melodramatic, Rach. What's done is done," Gabby said with a wave of her hand. "I'll talk to Jared and Jo in the morning. But for now, I'm off to bed."

"Gabby, you can't just..." Rachel said, watching her best friend leave the room. The dark-haired mother walked over to her husband. Jeff had been standing next to the Christmas tree as he listened to the romp upstairs.

"Hun, it's not your problem for now. Let's go to bed too. It's been a long day, and we have a lot to do tomorrow," Clive said, walking over to Rachel.

"Bed? Unlike Gabby, our room isn't downstairs, out of earshot. We're upstairs with those two!"

"I'd figure they're done for--well, maybe not," Clive said, a loud thump, followed by a louder moan, cutting off his point. "Still, let's head to bed."

"If JoJo's not on birth control, we should really put a stop to this," Rachel continued, her motherly instincts still active. "Wouldn't we want somebody to do that for our girls?"

"Lacey, get to bed too. I don't want you anywhere near Austin tonight," her father ordered at the thought of a pregnant daughter. Seeing her hesitate and look back into the sunroom, Clive insisted, "Now, cupcake! And Lana...try and...well, good night."

"Sweet Christmas," Chastity muttered, staring at the ceiling. Then, shuddering, she joyfully wished everyone a good night before following the Locketts downstairs.

Watching her little sister grumpily slink off toward her room with her parents right behind, Lana groused, "Doesn't anyone care if I get knocked up?"

"Face it, slut, your dad knows you're on the pill. If you weren't, he'd have at least six grandkids by now."

"Real funny, Pey. You know Finny would be one of the fathers."

"Hmmm, true," Peyton nodded, tapping her chin. "And that means I'd probably need to take that kid away from my two best friends. But I'm sure the little one would be cool with that. I'd be the aunt they love more than their mom."

"Ooh, just for that, I'm going to replace your birth control pills with aspirin," the annoyed redhead threatened while she watched her dad and sister arguing by the foyer.

"Lana!" Finn exclaimed.

"I'm kidding. Geesh--like I would do that. I'd get stuck babysitting when she's in med school. No, thank you."

"Well, good night, everyone," Skye said, heading in the direction of the den, her new room for the night.

"I think that's it for--" Finn started to announce.

"Oh, hell, no!" Lana interrupted him. "We are not going to bed already. The night's still young, and we have a cozy fire going out there," she declared, pointing to the sunroom. "And don't even think about agreeing with him, Pey."

"Fine. But not for too long. Tomorrow's going to be pretty depressing, and I barely slept last night."

"And why was that, Miss Tarver? Were you doing something similar with a mystery lover last night?" Lana joked, jerking a thumb to the increased sounds coming from upstairs again.

Peyton shot her best friend a shut-the-fuck-up look, but Lana either missed it or didn't care.

"Wait! Are you jealous of Jared stuffing JoJo? Was he your mystery man?"

The clang of a cup slamming down interrupted their conversation. An angry Kimberly stormed past them. "Good night!"

"Geesh--what's her problem?" Lana asked.

"Hold up a second," Finn said, turning to face the tamer of his two friends. "What did you do last night?"

Ignoring her best friend's murderous look, Lana bared her sharp teeth. "You see, Finny, when a young lady goes on a dry spell for way too long, she..."

Drying her wet hands on the hand towel, Skye exited the small bathroom. Turning toward the den, she flinched back in surprise as Lacey stood in the middle of the hallway, biting her nail with a nervous face. The brunette figured the petite redhead would've already been in her room by now.

"Everything okay?"

"Aaah!" cried the startled teenager.

"Sorry, sorry. It's just me," Skye worked to soothe Lacey.

"Where did you come from?"

"Uh, the bathroom. You saw me go in there, didn't you?"

"Right, of course. I don't know..."

"Lacey, is there a problem?" Skye asked, worried there might be another tell-tale cum stain they needed to clean up.

"No! Well...maybe. I wanted to wait to go into my room until I knew Rammy was asleep. I'm still not in the mood to deal with her," the petite redhead admitted. "That's why I didn't want to go to bed, not because I wanted to fool around with Auss."

"From what I gather, you and Ramsey have been friends for a long time. Right?" Skye inquired.

"Since kindergarten."

"So, don't you think you should talk to her?"

"Not now. When I think how badly Sean must have been hurt when she called him by the wrong name, it makes my blood boil. And now he's in the hospital all by himself," Lacey replied, her blood pressure increasing.

"Well, his mom is with him, and your mom said Whitney's in the same room with him. So he's not alone," Skye pointed out.

"He is from anyone that knows about his crush on Rammy! I should--I mean someone like JoJo or me should be there with him."

Seeing the anger bubbling up and the glistening eyes, Skye realized that sending the teen into the bedroom with her friend might be the worst idea at the moment. Although tired, she quickly made up her mind.

"Hey, why don't you come inside and hang out for a bit? Then, once it's safe, you can sneak into your room," Skye offered, gesturing to her temporary room.

Nodding, Lacey allowed the young woman to lead her into the den.

"Bunch of little hussies," Kimberly mumbled as she descended the stores. "Even that little virgin is getting more cock than me."

Rounding the bottom of the stairs, she saw Owen lazily watching the television while nursing a beer. Behind him, Fred sat with his back to her, a bottle of scotch at his side. Shaking her head in disgust and dismay at what Cassie's husband degenerated into after her death, Kimberly barely nodded in acknowledgment as Owen glanced over at her.

Entering her room, the angry woman took a few minutes to calm down. Her plans to get some hard teen cock appeared to have evaporated before her eyes. Sean was holed up in the hospital with a leg injury, one that might mean no fun at all this trip. Jared had been claimed by that wallflower before she could have a second night with him. Now it sounded like Bridget the Bitch's daughter had fun with someone last night, which could cause a complication for Kimberly. And despite what Sybil said, the platinum blonde still felt she could win their bet before they saw each other again. There appeared to be signs of trouble in paradise for the quarterback's relationship. Kimberly knew she would need to strike fast if things fell apart. Miranda's son had no reason to stay if he broke up with Rachel's daughter. Unfortunately, Clive had made sure that Austin went back to the bunkroom. I need a damn good fucking, and I am not fucking the little nerd!

Opening the small dresser drawer, the cunning vixen eyed several outfits she brought with to help have fun. Pulling out an especially scandalous one, Kimberly took a moment to decide if this was her best option. Fuck, it's probably my only option for right now.

Several minutes later, the soon-to-be-divorced woman walked out into the hall wearing one of the cabin's white, fluffy robes. Peering around the corner, she saw that the two men still sat in the same positions as before. Owen noticing her return, looked over in her direction.

"Owen, I seem to have a problem in my room. Can you be a dear and lend me a hand? Please?"

Seeing his nod, Kimberly spun around, returning to her room. Once inside, she arranged everything perfectly. All she needed soon appeared in the doorway, his jaw-dropping when he saw the kind of help the cougar wanted.

"Close the door, honey. This is the private kind of help."