"How could you forget something like that?" She had to dig in her handbag for a condom. He was forgetful that way. Ellie pulled out a whole string of them.

"Do you know how many times we can go through condoms in a night?" She didn't really want to argue about it since this was finally the best moment she'd had this trip. And they were in a comfortable bed.

"Because, the first time, is never that great," she told him. "The first time is for you and the second time is for me, but the third time is for us." She counted packs of condoms, broke the wrappers in threes. "See, we're good to go for the next three weeks."

"Fuck, thats a lot of condoms," Evan said. "Do you have room for anything else in that bag?"

She rattled a few over the counter sleeping pills in a bottle and some pamprin, just in case. Then there was the makeup bag, some sweet treats, she'd neglected to eat that were pretty much melted, but she tried the half eaten Hershey bar, anyway. "Want some?"

"No thanks."

She ate while he snapped on the condom. After that, a fast grind, a slow one and even a moment that was completely still of love making that could possibly be what Oprah was going on about with Sting( that time when she had some doctor from India on her show, and Ellie's Mom would never tell her the truth about it), it was time for sleep.