This girl is dangerous.

The remainder of the weekend goes by uneventfully, and the four of you have a nice dinner at an Italian restaurant in town before heading back to the holiday house and packing up to go home. It's rather late by the time you start loading your luggage into the car - dinner took a little longer than anticipated, and your wife wanted to replace the bed linen and wash, dry, and fold the used sheets before you head home. Luckily she didn't realize you'd already done your own sheets the night before, washing away the evidence of your adultery. You suspect Gemma would take any opportunity to jump your bones the second the two of you were alone, so you spend most of the time hanging around her father and chatting before you finally check that all the lights are off and lock the doors to the house.

"Do you mind if I sit up the front?" Gemma asks Rebecca as the four of you are getting ready to get into the car, "Sometimes I get a bit car sick in the back."

Your wife, being the accomodating woman she is, agrees and jumps into the back seat. You are far more suspicious, but there's little you can do to argue against it, and resigned to the fact you have no control over what may happen, begin the long drive home.