Sasha's room was facing the driveway. I scrambled off the bed. What was I going to do with the condom? Very delicately, I placed it in her trash can and then dropped tissues on top. Sasha was getting dressed. I found my boxers and pulled them up, grateful to be somewhat covered now.
"It's early." Sasha said. It sounded like she was speaking to herself. "They aren't supposed to be back until nine. It's only 8:15." She moved to the window slowly. I pulled on my shirt and ran a hand haphazardly through my hair. I wondered if I smelled like sex. Would anybody know about my new status? Loren Michaels, former virgin, definitely not gay.
"Loren, that's your dad's car." Sasha sounded surprised from the window. I stared up at her just as the doorbell rang.
