Vicki stood abruptly, her face coloring a vivid pink which washed out her freckles.  "How about I get some finger foods?" she suggested as she walked passed her husband and Beth.  "That way we can play while we eat."<br/><br/>Leaving the discussion of the choice of game to her guests and George, Vicki scurried back into the entry way toward the kitchen.   She leaned on the counter with one hand, awkwardly freeing her feet from her shoes.  She rubbed the nylon clad toes for a moment, savoring the release before deciding to abandon her shoes right there in the middle of the floor.  The sushi and fruit skewers would make a nice, refreshing snack while they played.  Yes, a crisp, chilled snack would be very nice.<br/><br/>The water from the facet was cool, soothing, cleansing.  Vicki stared as the clear, bubbly coolness ran over her hands.  He said she was beautiful.  His voice had been soft and warm in her ear.  She wanted to hear more, feel more, be adored by a man who owed her nothing and expected nothing in return.<br/><br/>It was not guilt which made her flee Fredrick's loving words but fear.  She knew when she had kissed her old friend's cheek, touched his thigh, that she had gone too far.  The fact that she had secretly enjoyed those tiny intimacies under her husband's watchful eyes made her all the more worried.  They had been having problems before.  If George began to wonder about her intentions, as innocent as they honestly were, Vicki knew it would set them back, perhaps even further back than before they had begun their therapy.<br/><br/>Vicki slapped the tap off, busying her hands with making the rainbow sushi and fruit presentable, hopeful they her sudden absence had not been thought strange.