As Liz awoke she had the vague notion that someone had spoken to her, maybe kissed her. Her mind drifted to her husband, and she stirred under the covers, now acutely aware that Alex had said something to her. She pushed off the blankets, and immediately regretted this, as her bare nipples were exposed to the air, and she felt a chill suddenly rush down her spine.<br/><br/>"uh, wha...oh, yes, sorry," she said, "I think I packed it last night, it's in the red suitcase, I think, top pocket. You know it's just going back in there the next time you leave it lying around."<br/><br/>She sat up, and ran her fingers through her hair, shaking off the sleep she'd very much wanted to catch up on. Vacation sounded so restful, until one took into account that she had a husband, and four children. She pointedly the large red suitcase that she'd been packing the previous evening.<br/><br/>She stood up, revealing that she slept, somewhat predictably in the nude. Whatever made their family the way it was, it certainly had to be genetic, she could not the faint sounds of early morning sex disturbing her sleep as a teenager, or for that matter, participating in it.<br/><br/>Liz was cleanly waxed, and had never had a problem expressing her preference in that regard to her friends. She turned back to the bed, and, still somewhat sleepy began to pull the sheets tight, and make the bed.