Vanessa slipped out of her lacey panties. They were already damp with anticipation. She crept slowly to the counter where she had laid out the chicken, a knife, and a cutting board. Playing while cooking was something she was used to, but Brian was Brian. She knew how to anticipate him. Beth was new, and she knew to be careful. She spread her legs into a relaxed, but open and accessible stance. She waited for Beth to move into her before she picked up the knife.