Amy sniffs your lips to check on Sherah

With Ellen sneaking off to wash the mud out of your clothes from your adventure helping Sherah push-start her car, Amy gets your attention.

"Hey Scott?"

Ellen's tall redheaded braless art punk roommate leans close and sniffs at your lips. She chuckles and snorts. "A sandwich and a Coke? And here I thought you were going to get lucky. Whoa, did you just blush?"

Your face feels warm and your ears tingle.

"Nah, well, when we were idling the engine to charge her battery, Sherah explained what getting lucky would be. But we just went back and it didn't stall out, so yeah."

Amy's hair ribbon is still looped loosely under your balls and tied on top, and you managed to avoid having it fall out of your underpants while Ellen was offering you temporary dry clothes from Amy's drawer.

"So, um, Aunt Margaret's?" you ask.

Amy shrugs. "I just sat with her in the waiting room and waited for the nurse to do her safe sex spiel in the exam room. The clinic's main nurse is a perv, equal opportunity, so she probably got Ellen to drop her pants. But Ellen wouldn't notice she's being stalked by a chicken hawk, so she was fine. Got a little paper bag, stuck it in her purse. So, fine, and if she was going to the clinic, she's probably thinking she might get a little from you this weekend. And, well..."

The door unlocks and Ellen slips in while Amy is speaking.

"...you know, Scott, it's not like I can read her mind."

"Amy?" Ellen brushes her blonde hair back and gives her roommate a suspicious look.

"Nothing," Amy says. "Right, Scott?"

Ellen turns a suspicious look on you, sitting on Amy's bed wearing Amy's old sweatpants and Amy's Widley Cheer sweater while Amy leans close.

Think fast, Scott, or act really, really innocent.