Vicki dipped low as she laid out the sushi platter.  Though both the sushi and fruit were not enough on their own to constitute a full meal, she imagined they would serve well enough as appetizers.  No one had openly inquired about food yet, so she assumed that wasn't the first thing on everyone's mind.  The lingering shadow of arousal hung inside her, whether from her prolonged hug with Beth or the joyful intimacy with Fred she couldn't tell.<br/><br/>"Please, have all you like," Vicki insisted as Beth plucked a roll from the platter.  She herself indulged in a strawberry, holding the fruit still on the wooden skewer in her mouth.  It protruded absurdly like a bit farmer's straw as she chewed.<br/><br/>Vicki sat where Fred patted the seat they had saved for her, feeling the warmth of whomever had vacated the cushion before her.  Something about feeling the anonymous body heat, the silly notion that it had been warmed specifically for her, made her feel like an amused queen taking her throne.  It was a childish thought but still one Vicki secretly relished.<br/><br/>"Oh really?" Vicki asked, raising her eyebrows at her husband.  She pulled the now empty skewer from her lips, the midpoint stained with pink juice and lipstick.  "What'd you have in mind, honey?"