The truth. He and Anne Marie didn't have sex.

We got dressed, kissed one last, lingering kiss, and unlocked the door.

Anne Marie didn't go back to the dance. She ducked out a side door. By the time I got back to the girls and their dates, they had stayed there about half and hour too long. Stephanie and Simon couldn't keep their hands off each other, and Amy looked like she was going to explode if she didn't get some action soon. I tapped Talia on the shoulder, so she would stop making out with Rachel, and after a beat she asked, "Well, how'd it go?"

I told her the whole truth, from the moment the door locked until it unlocked, leaving out the part where a fantasy of her had helped me cum.

"Damn Ian," Rachel piped up, "that's hot."

"But she's not coming back to the hotel with you?"

"Nope."

"Hmm. How does that settle the bet?" Talia scratched her chin.

Rachel answered the question. "I've got it. Ian didn't get laid, like you promised. But he did get a BJ. The solution is obvious. Ian will come back to our room with us, and you will give him a Beej. But not sex."

Talia looked at me, genuine curiosity in her eyes. "Does that sound fair to you, Ian?"

"Uh...hell yes!" This might be the best day of my life.

Amy stormed up to us.

"Thank God you're back. We are going to the hotel, right goddamn now. Got it?"