George was more or less just like Frederick remembered him, give or take ten years.  He was a tall man, athletic yet scholarly in appearance.  Good looking and refined; just what Vicki had always wanted in a spouse.  For a brief moment, Frederick could not work up the words to greet his old acquaintance and instead just offered him a friendly, polite smile and walked into the living room, gazing halfheartedly at the decor and the furniture.  Light and airy, the house had a rather comfortable feeling to it yet it did not help to calm the sudden nervousness that came over Frederick.<br/><br/>"Oh no, that's the beauty of GPS.  It can find just about anything these days!"<br/><br/>He chuckled lightly and handed off the bottle of wine to George.  He shrugged his shoulders and started to make his way towards one of the empty seats on the couch.  The doorbell rang and saved them both from any more awkward conversation.<br/><br/>George withdrew from the room and before Frederick could breathe a sigh of relief, the clicking of her heels heralded Vicki's arrival.  He turned and stood, a faint smile coming to his lips.<br/><br/>"Vicki!"<br/><br/>The sudden feel of his old friend's arms about his shoulders and the smell of her perfume brought back a flood of memories, some wonderful, some apathetic, all of them bittersweet.  He patted her back and held her close, perhaps a bit too long by most polite standards.  Frederick slowly withdrew his arms and gave her a quick once-over, his storm gray eyes looking her up and down.<br/><br/>She had aged well, retaining most of her youthful splendor and maturing into a rather ravishing woman.  That old, almost forgotten lust bubbled back to the forefront and he swallowed hard to restrain it.  It only made this whole meeting that much harder...along with other things.<br/><br/>"It's been far too long, Vickers.  How is life?"<br/>