Lexxie cocked an eye at Jimmy as he requested her keys. He really thought she was going to give them to him? Who would drive Missy's car? "I'm fine," she mummbled. She was sobering up quicker than she had hoped. "I'm ready to go home," she sighed.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Missy fell before her. Lexxie bent forward and lifted her up gently. She propped Missy up by weaving her arm beneath Missy's. "It's time to go, Miss. We all know you can handle yourself, but it's time to go." Lexxie pulled Missy out of the woods and set her gently in the cool grass.<br/><br/>"I'm going to get my heels," Lexxie said to Jimmy quickly, taking off back towards the lake house. She walked slowly back up the wooden stairs to the wrap around porch.<br/><br/>"Look who's back," Jackson howled as she walked into the cabin.<br/><br/>"I'm just here for my shoes," Lexxie murmured. She pulled her shoes from beneath the ping pong table and headed back out onto the porch.<br/><br/>"You're not getting away again," Jackson said, following her intently. He stood between her and the steps.<br/><br/>"Come on, Jackson," she begged.<br/><br/>"Uh uh, not again," he was obviously more drunk now, than before. He took a step forward and backed her against the railing, holding her there tightly. "Why don't you like to spend any time with me anymore?" he drunkenly mummbled. "We had so much fun last summer, what happened?" The more Jackson spoke, the less Lexxie understood. He pressed his knee between her thighs, forcing them apart.<br/><br/>"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Lexxie growled, struggling against him. "Get off me."