Leave the note alone.

Even if Lynn did write the note, having a guy in the room with Sterns and her cousin could act as a nice buffer in the odd chance that things do heat up between the two. You leave the note alone and follow the two into the change room.

“I can’t BELIEVE I let you convince me to do that!” Kyra tells her cousin.

“Come on… it was fun!” Ash giggles. “Besides, we’re never going to see him again! Why not show yourself off for once and not worry about it?”

“Because someone has a little something called dignity,” Kyra chastises as she hastily pulls up her shorts.

Ash makes a dopey voice when she mimics, “”Someone has dignity”.. Heh… I bet he liked the way your dignity was jiggling as you walked- AHH!” Ash falls over after being pelted by Kyra’s towel.

The cousins finish dressing and return to their room in the penthouse. Kyra heads for the bedroom. “Where you going?” Ash asks.

“Going to bed. I have work in the morning,” Kyra responds.

“Aww, don’t be like that. Let’s order room service!” Ash says, dashing over to the menu by the phone. “What do they have here? OOoh! Lobster! We can order late night lobster!”

“You go ahead, I’m going to sleep,” Kyra replies.

“Oh! What about a nice juicy steak? With a side of fries?” Ash entices. “We could order some popcorn and chips too and stay up to watch a movie!”

“Do what you want, Ash,” Kyra tells her.

“Come on, when’s the next time you’ll get to go all out like this?” Ash asks. “It’s ALL EXPENSES PAID!”

Kyra stops at the door and slowly turns her head, clearly thinking about what her cousin just said. After a moment of contemplation, she says, “Well, I suppose I shouldn’t let this go to waste.” Ash smiles and leans in, watching her cousin finally come around. “Alright, put me down for one of those steaks. And a lobster!”

“Yay!!” Ash declares gleefully.

Thirty minutes later, the girls are surrounded by a feast of expensive dishes and party snack foods. They have an action movie playing on the big screen TV. You and Lynn join in on the viewing session and sneak some bites of the party snacks since neither of the others will notice.

“Things don’t seem to be going anywhere near intimate tonight,” you point out to your fellow uninvited guest.

Lynn checks the time and says, “We’ve still got an hour and a half until midnight, that’s plenty of time for things to get sexy.” She then nods at the glass of wine coach Sterns is drinking and adds, “Look at how much booze they’ve drunk. At this point anything will start to sound like a good idea.”

Ash is laying on the couch with an ice cream sundae on her belly, she takes a scoop and tries to put it in her mouth while watching the fight scene on the TV. She misses and the scoop plops onto the floor. “Aww…” she cries.

“You klutz!” Kyra giggles. “Clean that up!”

“Why should I? That’s what the maids are for!” Ash argues.

“I don’t want to leave a mess!” Kyra argues back.

“Kyr! We’re only here for one night! No strings, we can do whatever and no one will know!” Ash demonstrates by taking the bowl of chips and tossing its contents up into the air, letting it rain down on everyone.

“Ash! You’re crazy!” Kyra tells her.

“Am I? Or is this what rich expensive hotel chains expect of their pampered guests?” Ash counters. “This place probably hosts rock stars and movie stars and all sorts of wild celebrities that just trash the place!” She stands on the couch and starts to hop up and down. “We’re barely making a dent! We’re not wild enough! Rah!!!” She grabs the popcorn bowl and turns it over her head, spilling the movie snack all over herself, then she shovels them at her cousin.

“Stop!” Kyra laughs, “You’re still nuts!”

“Come on, Kyra! We’re not getting any younger, this could be the last hurrah in our wild and crazy youth!”

Kyra snaps up the popcorn that lands in her mouth and chews with a mirthful grin. She scoops handfuls of the scattered food and looks at her cousin with an impish glare, then tosses them into the air, then shrugs.

Ash grabs the can of whipped cream that came with the sundae order and offers to squirt it into Kyra’s mouth. Kyra tilts her head up and opens wide as Ash stands over her, filling her mouth with cream. Ash lifts the can up so that the cream piles up like the tip of a mountain. Kyra waves her hand for her cousin to stop, barely able to swallow the load of cream.

“Yer gonna drown me…” she slurred, gasping for air after finally downing enough cream.

Ash is already onto the next topping, holding chocolate syrup over the gym coach.

“Stop! You’ll get it all over my clothes!” Kyra warns.

“Then take it off!” Ash says.

“What?”

“This chocolate is coming down no matter what, better get them off while you can!” Ash teases, letting a dribble splat on Kyra’s cheek.

“Ah! You bitch!” Kyra cries, hopping off the couch and rushing out of her cousin’s range.

Ash follows though, so Kyra hastily strips off her top and shorts and tosses them into the bedroom. “There! Happy?” Kyra’s body is splattered with chocolate syrup as they both blurt out laughing. The liquid drizzles down coach Stern’s breasts before dripping onto the floor. She stands there, arms outstretched and an evil grin on her face. “Of course, this means I have to give you a big fat hug!”

“Ahh!” Ash screams, turning tail and running. They chase around the living area, hopping over the couch, then through the dining area, where Ash tries to use the kitchen island as a barrier, but Kyra climbs over it with ease, forcing her to fall back. Realizing she can’t outpace the athletics coach, Ash manages to pull off and toss her clean clothes to safety before she is tackled and thoroughly smushed with syrup. “Agh…. so sticky!” Ash observes, while her cousin rubs her chocolate soaked chest against her.

“Touchdown!” Lynn declares, raising her arm to signal a completed touchdown.

“That’s incidental contact, there’s no intimacy here!” you argue.

“They’re going skin on skin, that’s intimate enough for me!” Lynn says.

“We agreed on direct genital contact,” you tell her, trying to stay in the game. “They’re doing skin to skin, but no actual gropes.”

Lynn huffs. “Have it your way, but if you concede now, I might let you off easy.”