"I gotta pee." She felt around in the darkness for her clothes. Jack put on his shirt. Marcie found her underpants and t-shirt, pulled them on, and then slipped onto her raincoat without bothering to look for the rest of her clothes. They were nearby on the floor, somewhere, and she would only be gone a minute.

"Hurry back, okay?" Jack grinned, "It's getting cold in here."

"You'll save my place for me?"

"Oh, yeah."

She bent down to kiss them, then picked up the flashlight and went out the door. It was pouring. She smiled at the thought of what would happen if she ran into any of the others and they saw her barefoot in the rain, without anything on beneath her slicker except her underwear. But the light was still on in the main cabin and she could see smoke curling up from the chimney. They're probably having their own party, she thought.

Alice rolled the dice.

"Five."

She moved her playing token.

"Baltic Avenue. I'll buy it."

"No one ever lands on Baltic Avenue," Bill pointed out.

"I think it's a pretty color," Alice said.

She passed Bill the play money and he handed her the deed card.

"Okay," he said, rattling the dice in his hand and blowing on them like a craps shooter.

"Come on," said Alice.

He rolled the dice.

"Ha! Eight."

Alice moved his token around the board.

"Baltic Avenue! You owe me one boot. Hand it over."

"Coming."

He reached under the table to pull off his boot.

"Alice draws first blood," said Brenda.

"What a terrible way to talk about my feet," said Bill. He passed her the boot.

"Thank you," said Alice, setting it down beside her chair. They were all starting to get a little silly.

The grass was helping, so was the beer.

"You know, I think I'm beginning to like this game. Just wait till you land on my old Kentucky home," Brenda threatened. She rolled the dice.

"More beer?" asked Bill. He quickly checked the bottles on the table.

"More beer."

He nodded and got up to go to the refrigerator.

"Let's see," said Brenda, "What railroad is that?"

Jack lit up a joint and waved the match out, flicking it onto the floor. He drew the smoke in deeply and exhaled as he lay back on the bed. He thought about Marcie. He wondered if she was taking birth control pills. He wondered why he hadn't wondered about that before. It was a little late to ask himself that now. Suppose she got pregnant. Surely she was on the pill, wasn't she? She wouldn't have sex if she weren't on the pill, thought Jack. But then, on the other hand, he had sex and he hadn't used a condom. Why wasn't that the same? Wasn't it being sexist to expect her to take full responsibility for them both being protected? Was it fair to justify by telling himself that he got carried away? What with the thunder and the lightning getting her excited and the dark romantic cabin and being all alone out in the woods. Her being so near and touching him and looking up at him like that. He reassured himself that he had never pressured her, that she had made the choice. But what if she got pregnant? What then? They had never discussed that possibility. Would she consider having an abortion? How did she feel about that? Jack didn't even know how she felt about that.