<strong>Katy, at dinner the first night.</strong><br/><br/>While the group made their guesses, Katy watched her hand as Mike's caressed it before moving away.  He'd managed to make it seem like the most natural thing in the world, touching her, and she liked that.  She'd grown up in a place where touching was an expression of affection freely given, and she yearned for that here.<br/><br/>She was, of course, unsurprised when they all guessed which of her pieces of trivia was a lie.  She'd always been a horrible liar, unable to pull off even the most basic acts of subterfuge.  Laughing, she said, "And now you all know something else about me.  You're always going to know when I'm telling you a lie because I suck at it.  I<em>have,</em>indeed, left Montana before.  I went to college for a couple of years out of state.  My parents think everyone should get to experience that, living away from home right when you come of age.  Part of the ritual of growing up.<br/><br/>"And the tattoo thing, that's true.  On the inside of my thigh, I have a little butterfly."  She rolled her eyes, looking at Sean.  "Believe me, there's not much to compare.  Yours is beautiful and artistic, and mine is the fancy of a girl who didn't wait to find something with meaning.  I like it, but waiting would have been better, I think.  And the other thing, with my mom?  Very true, and further proof that I can't lie worth shit," she laughed.  "I'd told my mom that my boyfriend and I were going to work on fliers for the school dance, and she offered to put me on birth control.  That's how transparent I was.  So, he came over and we<em>did</em>work on the damn fliers, and then... well, one thing led to another, and we'd just gotten started when Mom walked in.<br/><br/>"I was much more mortified by the experience than she was.  She just said, 'Huh.  You really<em>were</em>working on your thing for school.  Katy, you have one of your papers stuck to your ass.'  And that was it.  The next day, she set up an appointment for me to get on birth control."  She shook her head; the horror of the moment had long faded, and now she was amused by the memory.  "I bet your story about your dad is probably equally crazy, Sean.  So, how were you doing it wrong?  And you guys want to hang out in the hot tub?  It's really nice out here."