Chapter 17

After a sexually charged weekend, things drastically turn Monday morning when Clarke arrives at school. The team gathers in the locker room and waits for the new coaching staff to appear.

"Hey, Clarke, sup?" Emmitt greets, exchanging a fist bump.

"Mornin' Big E. Dude, you think things will improve for next season?"

Emmitt shrugs as they look around the locker room, as the team grows restless. They're not waiting long when the head coach's office door opens and slams shut. Three coaches match out to the middle of the changing area. A tall, bald African American in his late thirties turns to address the entire team.

"Hello, gentlemen. I am Coach Howard Greene. I am your new coach, and to my left, you will meet our offensive coordinator Chadwick Moss." Coach Greene uses his thumb, pointing to the tall, lanky man with a thick blonde mustache and buzzed head.

"And to my right, meet your new defensive coordinator, Willie Sapp." He continues introductions with an average-height and hefty African American man who's bald, with a thick full beard with gray mixed in and covered in tattoos. "Coaches, please take a moment to inform your players of some changes coming down the pike."

With arms crossed, Coach Greene takes a step back, giving his assistants the floor.

Under the light's warm hum and the gentle feel of the AC, the new coach introduces himself.

"Good morning. As Coach Greene said, I am looking forward to helping you improve. Like the other two coaches here, I have watched quite some game footage already. Y'all have some skill, but you lack a killer instinct. Luckily for all of you, I come from an XFL championship dynasty with the San Antonio Brahmas. Now I'm going to call out some names. When I speak your name, tell me your former position." Chadwick looks around the locker room, seeing the team's expressions of fear and worry when he lifts a clipboard from behind his back into the air.

One by one, the offensive roster sits on pins and needles. After Emmitt hears his name and place, he no longer smiles as the starter without Hector on the team. "Emmitt Moore, quarterback, you will be our starter as of today."

Over the last few names, Clarke feels his heart beat harder and faster. His hands become sweaty the moment his name is finally called.

"Harbor, Clarke. You play tight end and sometimes wide receiver. Mr. Harbor, please stand up."

Quickly pushing off the wall, Clarke feels his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. "I'm right here, coach."

Chadwick quickly eyes Clarke up and down. Grunting as he prepares to confirm where he'll play for his senior year. "Mr. Harbor, you have terrific speed, solid hands, and the ability to burn defenders going deep. I don't know why you've played tight end your entire career, but it has been a disservice to you, but if you want to play this coming season, you'll line up as the outside wide receiver."

"Yes, sir," Clarke says, dipping his head and leaning back against the wall.

After Coach Moss finishes, he places the clipboard behind him, giving Coach Sapp the floor. He quickly speaks up in a deep, husky voice and goes over where players sit with a few holes that'll be filled with members moving up from the JV team.

Barely able to hear the click of Coach Greene's shoes on the cement floor, Clarke leans against the wall, feeling a large part of his heart crumble to pieces.

"That just about wraps up today's meeting. Before you head to class, I have a few things to enlighten each and every single one of you."

Silence falls over the entire locker room. Besides a cough from the far end of the locker room, the team prepares for the worst.

"When I accepted the position as head coach, I immediately contacted the Texas State Athetlic Board of Regents. They were gracious enough to allow us to practice early, given the circumstances of what occurred last season. So, beginning tomorrow morning, gym sessions will be mandatory twice a day. Be here by no later than five o'clock sharp, or else you risk losing your starting position. The new players from the JV will join us after school. Grades also matter! Anything below a 'B' will result in an automatic benching. We will go over the new game plan when we proceed to the cool-down portion of training. I run a West Coast-style offense with a balance of running and passing. So, get ready for the wildest ride of your life, boys, because it'll be a sink-or-swim atmosphere. Today begins a new era for Brighton Football. DISMISSED!"

There's an instant sense of fear emanating from the team. Clarke's mouth goes dry, and his heart skips a few beats. Every memory of his dad teaching him how to play tight end floods his mind all morning, which causes him to be distracted in class.

After school lets out, Clarke meets up with Tracy and Dallas at the lake. Under the pavilion, Dallas and Tracy talk and barely notice the look in Clarke's eyes. It isn't until he gets up and walks away that they become aware of his silence. The dry late winter sun beats down over his body, but Clarke barely feels the light and dry wind around him.

"Clarke, baby, are you okay?" Tracy asks but doesn't get a response, "Hello! Earth to Clarke. Is anyone home?"

Dazed, Clarke stops as Dallas grabs his arm. "Dude! Are you okay?"

"Huh? Okay? Yeah, I'm good. Just thinking about what all Coach Greene and Coach Moss said at the morning meeting." Clarke says and pauses, replaying the event in his mind. "I'm no longer a tight end. I will be the outside receiver if I want to play next season. I've always played tight end. That's how I honored my dad."

A few tears stroll down Clarke's face.

"It's only one season. Besides, you know your dad will be on the field with you in spirit. I love you, and it'll be okay. You can switch back to it in college, can't you?"

"I mean, I guess. I'll be okay. It got under my skin thinking about switching positions. Can I play it? Yes. Do I want to, though? Everything has changed in the blink of an eye. We're losing part of our evenings starting tomorrow. The whole team has morning and after-school weight training and film training."

Dallas is caught off guard by the comment. "He can't make you do that. That goes against the state regulations to practice this early."

"Nah. Coach talked to the people in charge of the athletic stuff, getting us a waiver to practice since you know the wreck and all," Clarke explains.

"Oh," Dallas lets out, sighing.

The sun's reflection off the water gleams off their eyes. Each unsure of what to do or say, the clouds in the sky slowly hover over the sun, providing little shade. Tracy can't stand to see Clarke brokenhearted. Instinctively she takes his hand, flipping away from the topic of football.

"Hey, prom is coming soon, and I can't wait. The rumor is the school hired a real band rather than a DJ this year. Who knows, maybe those lame asses can find a halfway decent band."

A smirk and chuckle are heard, and Tracy yanks Clarke to her for a kiss.

Dallas takes the hint the second Tracy lightly moans. Listening to the loose gravel crunch getting further away, Tracy heightens the experience with more passion in the kiss. She places a hand on the back of Clarke's head, gently pulling him into her.

Once the embrace ends, Clarke takes a step back. He nearly loses his footing, but the moment of clumsiness causes him and Tracy to laugh.

"Now there's the Clarke I fell in love with. I can't stand to see you not flash that beautiful smile. When you're hurt, I'm hurt, and I have enough issues at home. I promise it'll be okay, baby."

Clarke doesn't say anything but only nods as he takes Tracy's hand. They return to their cars, and Clarke leads the way to Dairy Queen to sit outside at a wooden table and enjoy a hot fudge sundae.

Finished with the sweet treat, the couple kiss before they drive home.

The next few weeks fly by quickly, and Tracy is panicking. Her mother takes Tracy's prom dress to a seamstress the evening before the big event. The lavender dress with a sparkly sequence was caught and torn on her closet door.

When Gracie Lynn returns with the dress repaired, Tracy can barely tell where it was damaged. Rather than sew the rip, the seamstress fringed the edges to create a new split and sewed the damage to appear flawlessly into the dress.

"Oh my gosh! Mom, it looks perfect! Thank you!"

"I know this sounds so corny, but anything for you, baby girl. You have no idea what you mean to me."

Tracy becomes embarrassed after she carefully hangs her dress up.

"Sweetie, you have no idea how important you are to me. Here you are, prepared to go to prom, and then you're off for the whole summer to live in New York City to get a headstart on your dream," Gracie Lynn pauses, wiping away her tears, "I wish I had your courage or even half your passion. Maybe one day, I can follow your lead and be brave about making changes."

A moment of silence falls between them when Graice Lynn has more to say, cutting Tracy off.

"Truthfully, I did make one major change. I start an LPN program next month. My job needs more nurses. Between my experience there and learning in class and on the floor, I can have my license by this time next year."

"Mom, that's exciting! I've always looked at you as being the strong one. Forgive me, but you've always busted your ass to do your best at work and here. I remember, as a little girl, when we watched musicals on weekends. I had so much fun, and seeing those actors' faces light up and hearing their music helped me decide to wanna act. Plus, it's like New York; who in their right mind wouldn't want to live in a city with so much culture and history?"

Unexpectedly, Brent makes his presence known, startling his wife and daughter, "How about a city full of thugs, dope heads, dealers, murderers, thieves, and crooks. Oh, not to mention how liberal and pathetic they are to even want to say that God doesn't exist. New York is a shit hole, and I pray every day that you don't turn your back on what we raised you to value. God first and everything else last."

Tracy walks to her father, putting her skinny arms around his neck, whispering, "Daddy, I'm a Texas girl. God and family first. My country tis of thee, sweet land of liberty. Every city, every soul deserves a chance, Daddy."

Standing against the door frame, Brent sees his daughter in a new light. Gracie Lynn doesn't look at him the same way Tracy does. She gives him a glare of anger and resentment. Everything inside Brent screams to resume the continuation of the drawn-out arguments.

Brent shoves away from the door to return to his office. Tracy feels confused seeing her father suddenly walk away when for the first time in months, there is a family moment with no fighting. Barely a minute goes by when Gracie Lynn exits the bedroom.

A few minutes later, Tracy overhears her parents yelling. Unable to handle it, Tracy turns on her music using iTunes and lies in bed with her ear pods until she falls asleep.

The tension at home remains relentless, but one evening after Bible study Tracy is heading to dinner with her mother. As they drive by Cowboy Lake, they notice a heavy police presence.

"I wonder what's going on?" Tracy says.

"From the sounds of it, a party is getting broken up. Wow, I guess they were really serious about cracking down on things out there. Then again, it is to be expected after what happened to Deputy Keller." Gracie Lynn mentions.

Nothing much is said about the situation at the lake. While the mother-daughter duo enjoys some time at Steak Escape, Gracie Lynn feels her heart thrash in her chest, "Hey. We need to talk about something important."

"Um, okay..." Tracy leads off, noticing that her mom's hands start to tremble. "Are you okay, Mom?"

With a deep inhale, Gracie Lynn shuts her eyes momentarily, "A subject like this is never easy. So, no, but here goes. I have something for you."

She shoves her hand into her navy blue Coach purse and presents Tracy with a printout.

"After prom, I know y'all kids are going to party and have fun. Amongst other things, I can't picture it, but I know you and Clarke may take things really far, and if you do, I want you to be safe and in a safe place. So, this is for you. It's a reservation under your name at the Delta Inn. If you're going to..." Gracie Lynn slowly starts to mumble over her words, "gave se-se-sex, then please be safe and use a condom until I can get you to a doctor to get you on birth control. You don't need to tell me if y'all have already been having sex, but if you have, I'd like to know if you're being careful. I know what that boy did to you may have really messed up your mind about what sex is supposed to mean or represent between two people who are truly in love."

After a quick gasp, Tracy places a hand over her mouth, "Oh my God! I am not about to talk about having sex with my mother. 'If' and I do mean a humongous 'IF' Clarke and I have 'done it,' I am not about to tell you. I don't want you looking at him differently because Clarke is such a great guy, and he's so gentle and sincere."

Hearing the answer within Tracy's words, Gracie Lynn's heart splintered at the thought of her daughter being sexually active and keeping it a secret. All she does is smile as she instantly replies.

"Tracie, if you have it is okay. Honestly, your mamaw was so distraught when she found out that I had gotten pregnant with you out of wedlock that she was ready to disown me. I tell you what, that woman was the very definition of 'old school' that she probably wrote the book or at least its table of contents."

Tracy nearly spits her drink across the table, unable to contain her laughter. Finally, the tension settles enough that the conversation steers in another direction as the air-conditioned dining area begins to fill up.

"One last thing to spring on you." Gracie Lynn mentions, "Neither of you are driving to or from prom. Your father was gracious enough to rent y'all a limo. I figure it's to get you ready to feel like the superstar you're going to become once you get under the bright lights of Broadway."

Blown away, Tracy doesn't know how to react outside another drawn-out gasp.

"Ma..."

"Hey, he can afford it, and you only have next year, and that's it. We may have our faults here lately, but we talked it over and wanted to make sure you at least have one night to feel like a princess in a fairytale."

Uncertain of what to say, Tracy sits there, slightly blushing.

"Anywho, let's finish up and get home. I know there's still plenty of things to do and not a whole lotta time left to get it done."

Quickly finishing off the final few bites of grilled steak or chicken, oven-roasted broccoli and carrots, grilled onions, mushrooms, green pepper, and Korean BBQ sauce. Once the tray is cleared into the trash bin and placed on the rack, they reenter the Texas humidity, heading home as the sun sets.

There's no arguing for the first time in days since Brent isn't home and doesn't return until the next evening. For Gracie Lynn, it's a relief when Brent doesn't come at her like he had been over the last few months.

When the day for prom arrives, Clarke feels his nerves stand on end. As he waits to drive to Tracy's house, his mother can't help but take several photos.

"Come on, one more with Steven! I want you standing by the front porch with your arms around each other," Daisy pleads with a slight cough.

"Mom, are you okay?"

Daisy catches her breath but holds a hand in the air, "Yes, I'm okay; it's just, you know, spring allergies."

Under the bright Texas sky, Clarke's instincts begin to tingle throughout his body. Silently he waves it off, keeping his mind on the night's festivities. After breaking away from the non-stop Photoshop, Clarke climbs into his mother's SUV since the Cougar won't crank.

Parked along the curb, Clarke notices the Cadillac stretch limousine already waiting to drive him and Tracy to dinner and then the prom. Once he exits the SUV, Clarke makes his way to the front door. Brent comes down the hall from the office when Clarke pushes the doorbell.

"Hey, c'mon inside. The ladies of the house are still making sure that everything is perfect. You know how they are," Brent looks down and notices the corsage in Clarke's hand. "May I see that, please?"

Clarke gently lifts the lavender and white rose corsage, presenting it to Brent. It doesn't take long for him to glance at the flowers and shrug, "I guess that'll go with that dress she bought. You don't look bad yourself, kid. You clean up nicely." Brent compliments, looking over Clarke's three-piece classic black and white suit with a white rose pinned on the lapel.

"Thank you, sir."

"Yeah, ya welcome. I better go fetch the camera before I called an 'imbecile' again."

Brent nearly matches the moment Gracie Lynn walks down the steps, meeting Clarke near the landing. As Gracie Lynn smiles, Clarke feels his heart rate nearly double the normal resting rate.

"She'll be right down. You don't mess this night up, or I will mess you up, imbecile!"

Thrusting his arms in the air, Brent nearly throws the camera, "I know how to take a fucking picture. Grace, get off my damn back!"

Under her breath, Gracie Lynn remarks, "Yeah, you certainly know how to take a picture and make videos."

With his free hand, Brent points, but his pinky finger is slightly curled out. Gracie Lynn notices the wedding ring and can't help herself, "Oh yeah, now you show your wedding ring to your wife. God, you're such a worthless tool."

Unable to ignore it all, Clarke focuses on the top of the steps. Once he hears the bedroom door open and close, he presses his index finger to his lips.

"Shh! She's coming!"

Gradually, Tracy comes into Clarke's view. He's blown away at how the dress clings flawlessly to her body. It sways and moves in rhythm with Tracy's hips, but her breasts barely move, being held in place with body tape and a strapless bra. With each step, the moment unfolds in slow motion in Clarke's mind, like a scene in a romantic movie.

Gracie Lynn, and Brent watch Tracy come into their view. The sour mood flipsides right-side-up as Brent begins snapping photos, capturing every movement while Clarke takes the corsage from its clear plastic case, placing it on Tracy's wrist.

"You two look so right together. Go and enjoy tonight but most of all, please be safe and be careful. We love you, sweetums."

"I love you too, Mom, Dad. Thank you for the dress, the limo, and everything for making tonight perfect." Tracy says, hugging her parents as it goes unnoticed as Clarke takes a photo of the embrace.

Breaking the hug, Tracy takes Clarke's arm around her shoulders, "Okay, get a really good daddy.

"Alright, big photo in three, two, one," Brent calls out, snapping the photo on the digital camera. "You're good, kiddos. Now, go have fun!"

Opening the door, Tracy takes the lead, nearly sprinting to the limo. Clarke holds the door, giving Tracy his hand to assist her into the back.

"Why, thank you, my love," Tracy says, smiling.

"I'll be blunt, I just wanna watch that ass," Clarke jokes, causing Tracy to playfully smack his arm once he's inside with the door shut.

Settled on the leather bench seat, Tracy and Clarke take in the scent of the freshly detailed interior. The cool blast of A/C with the soft sound of 1970s jazz music creates an atmosphere of relaxation they've never experienced.

Feeling the limo drop into gear, the couple giggles as they receive glares from every angle driving through town. Clarke and Tracy take it all in. They pretend to be royalty getting out of the vehicle at the restaurant.

Dinner flies by, and the couple and others meet in the football stadium parking lot before they realize it. The field is lit with red, white, and blue lights, with music blaring across the field. Streamers and signs with photos of personal and school events create a collage covering the chain-linked fence. The one thing Clarke notices in the far endzone is a raised stage.

"I wasn't aware that the school hired a band."

Tracy tries not to snicker, "I heard someone got their parents to pull some strings and bring in some live entertainment for tonight."

Once the sun vanishes, Clarke and Tracy make their way closer to the stage. The gentle breeze swirls with the scent of tiki oil, giving an escape from ordinary life. The stress and worries over the past few months have melted away. Fun for prom soars further when Clarke sees a hype man come on stage.

A skinny Caucasian male with a buzz cut in baggy clothes walks to the microphone singling to the DJ to turn the music off, "Good evening, Brighton High School students! Are we having fun?"

The students scream with their hands in the air.

"Alright! Then, ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to introduce you for the first time here in Brighton. Please give a warm Texas howdy and welcome from Les Vegas, ADELITAS WAY!"

Clarke's reaction says it all. Tracy stands there, staring with a smile as his hands cover his mouth, "Surprise, lover."

"You? You didn't!"

With just a nod, Tracy winks, "I told you. Someone had their parents use a little influence and money to convince your favorite band to come to perform a concert. Happy prom; I love you, Clarke."

The band plays some of their first hit singles for nearly an hour, "Alright, Brighton, we're going to take a quick water break. When we return, we will slow things down for a bit. In the meantime, enjoy some punch, get a snack, and relax. You've been great so far!"

Tracy grabs Clarke's hand, leading him to the edge of the stage. She ensures they make it, attempting to get the band's attention, "Hollar at them!"

"Rick! Hey, Rick DeJesus! Over here!" Clarke shouts, trying to be seen over security.

Rick sees Clarke waving his arms. The short-spiky black-haired singer tugs at the dress shirt collar before walking over.

"Hello. I take it you're a fan?"

"Oh, I'm such a huge fan! Ever since I heard Notorious and Last Chance."

Impressed, Rick pulls a pen and a small piece of paper from his pocket, "That was a lifetime ago when those songs mattered on the charts. Here, enjoy an autograph. We're always glad to meet our fans. What's your name?"

"I'm Clarke; Clarke Harbor!"

"It's a pleasure!" Rick says over the DJ's music.

Each band member signs the paper, and Clarke places it snuggly in his wallet. After he turns to Tracy, she sees tears in his eyes.

"Thank you! I will never forget this. I love you so much right now!" Clarke expresses and pauses, "Let's give it another hour, then bail. I want you so bad!"

"Oh, baby, trust me, I want you too. I've never seen you this happy, and truthfully it is a fucking turn-on."

Feeling the attraction, Clarke and Tracy quickly begin to kiss. The passion swells nearly to the point that it becomes too much to handle. The embrace ends after the band returns to the stage, making a brief announcement.

"So, before we get started, I'd like to say hello to a long-time fan, Clarke Harbor! And, on behalf of myself and the other guys who make this so much fun as we tour the world, I'd like to thank the Wilcox family for making tonight possible. Now, let's get back to the show! Here's a good one; it's time to dance to, Alive."

The energy returns to the field as the band resumes play. No longer feeling the groove, Clarke and Tracy take each other's hand, returning to the limo. Rather than head straight to the after-party downtown in a safe place, the couple returns to Tracy's.

In a generous gesture, Clarke gives the limo driver a tip. In a hurry, the couple rushes to the Lincoln SUV. After it's started, Clarke quickly drops it into gear, driving to the hotel.

When the time they arrive, others leave the prom and forego the after-party to hook up. Tracy walks inside, verified the reservation, and handed the room key. She motions for Clark to park and then waits on him by the large automatic double doors.

"We're on the top floor near the end," she explains as they wait for the elevator.

Refusing to wait for the elevator, the couple heads to the stairwell, running up the steps. Nearly out of breath, Clarke and Tracy struggle to insert the magnetic key when they reach the room door. When they finally get into the hotel room, the kissing returns while they try to make their way to the king-size bed in the dark.

Tracy is the first on the bed. She scoots to the middle, grabbing a pillow just before Clarke paws at the dress.

"Hey, turn on the A/C. It's hot in here!" Tracy whispers.

Without hesitating, Clarke tries to rush to the HVAC unit, and nearly trips over the desk pulled away from the desk. Tracy's distraction works long enough to get the dress off and turn on the bedside lamp.

Blown away, seeing Tracy standing there in nothing but a silky black thong and her body perfectly shaved and toned. Clarke yanks his clothes off, walking back to her. Tracy feels a little uneasy, which doesn't go unnoticed, "Don't feel awkward because you are so Goddamn beautiful. Tracy, baby, I cannot take my eyes off you!"

Finally feeling good about her surprise, Tracy extends her hands, ready to take fire things up.

"You have no idea what you mean to me. Take me, Clarke. Make me remember tonight."

Quickly Clarke bends over, taking a condom from his wallet. Once it's slipped over his erection, Clarke saunters to Tracy, placing her on the soft velvety blue comforter.

"Move to the center of the bed and hang on," he tells her softly.

Swiftly, Tracy gets into position, lowering the thong. In a deep inhale, she waits for Clarke to crawl over her, but in a shocking surprise, Clarke grabs Tracy's hips, rolling her onto her side.

With her right leg shoved up and lifted, Clarke aligns himself and thrusts himself inside. Tracy's overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling Clarke's cock pump in and out of her body. As the first orgasm swells, Tracy feels Clarke nearly rips her pussy wall. The pressure, blended with flashes of pain and pleasure, expands throughout her body. Slapping her hands over her mouth to muffle the pleasure.

After nearly ten minutes of going non-stop, Clarke feels his member expand to the point of expulsion. Clarke doesn't attempt to slow down or go easy. His hormones speed into overdrive, feeling everything about to come to an end. The groans and grunts grow louder as Clarke thrusts one last time.

"Oh my God, yes! Yes, Clarke, yes!" Tracy yells with her mouth still covered.

Finished and lying beside him, Tracy's legs feel like rubber. Her entire body tingles from head to toe. Clarke is panting and left in a euphoric state. It doesn't take them long to fall into a deep relaxing sleep with Clarke's arms wrapped around Tracy's body on top of the covers, ending a once-in-a-lifetime kind of night.

The next morning while the kids get showered and dressed, messages on Tracy's Facebook light up the phone. Free to check the notifications, she's delighted to see the kind replies to the fact that Tracy was named runner-up, also known as Prom Princess. Tickled at the news, she scrolls and discovers that Clarke wasn't in the running for Brighton's Prom Royalty.

"Hey, babe, the names for King and Queen came out," Tracy shouts from the bed, "I got runner-up, but those butt-heads failed to name you as my prince. I guess it's a good thing we left. Otherwise, I would have had to have danced with," she pauses at the sight of the name, "Uh, Marcus Bufferman, the captain of the debate squad! Ew! Like, how totally gross would that have been?"

From the bathroom, Clarke replies, "Yeah, that might have been a little weird for me to stand there and watch you dance with that loser. All those nasty ass zits and unkempt greasy hair. How in the blue blazes did that guy get runner-up?"

"I dunno. I mean, maybe he flashed a big tally whacker or something. Then again, it'd be difficult to match the bull you got in the pen," Tracy yells, blushing her cheeks.

Clarke rushes from the bathroom to rush Tracy. Once he has her pinned to the soft mattress, he leans in for a kiss. Easily working her body back into a frenzy, Tracy feels Clarke's manhood pressing into her private area.

"If you don't get off me, I'm going to make you ravage me again," she warns him in a playful tone.

"Buckle up, baby; this bull is gonna wax that ass one more time before we go home."

Reaching down, pulling his cock from his boxers, Clarke uses the other hand to yank the dress over Tracy's hips. With her thong pulled to the side, Clarke inserts his dick again but goes slow to not cumming too soon since he's not wearing a condom.

"Make sure you pull out," Tracy demands right before her eyes roll to the back of her head, "Oh fuck me, that feels so good."

Clarke huffs, pushing himself as far as his shaft allows. The feeling of Tracy's body squeezing around his shaft nearly takes him out of the realm of control. It's not until Tracy feels his dick increase in size.

"Don't forget, pull out! I don't want you to, but please, for the love of, oh God, please, please, pull out! Oh fuck."

Barely able to contain himself, Clarke pulls out seconds before his seed streams over Tracy's clean-shaved region. When they regain their senses, the phone at the head of the bed rings.

"Hello," he answers, still out of breath.

"This is your front desk reminder that you have thirty minutes until you need to check out. We here at Delta Inn hope you enjoyed your night, and we will see you again soon."

Only hearing a busy tone, Clarke hangs up the phone, "It's time to go!"

Tracy gathers her composure and follows Clarke down the steps back out to the Lincoln after she turns in the room keys.

Back under a bright sunny morning sky, Clarke takes Tracy home and doesn't wait around after watching her walk into the house. As his body winds down from the night before and the morning after, Clarke pulls into the driveway to discover Steven checking things out on the Cougar.

"Hey, big man! Did you find what's wrong?" Clarke calls out from the front of the SUV.

"Not yet, but I will. This car means a lot to you. Just let me do my thing. I'll have it running better than new by the time I finish. Head inside and relax; your mom is waiting to hear the details about your night. I saw a video of you meeting your favorite band. I'm glad you had fun. However, I best not hear you say, 'hi grandma' anytime soon," Steven jokes around, keeping his attention turned to the Cougar.

Inside Clarke goes to his bedroom to change beforehe divulges the night to his mother. As the entire family shares their thoughtsand picks on Clarke, the energy remains high as Clarke feels a new part of hisheart open for Tracy.