All inhibitions were indeed becoming muted by whatever had fallen over the foursome. George's slap on the back would have normally made Frederick go into a sputtering fit of apologies but hearing him call him "friend" made the world, and his hurried confession, seem right.  Frederick visibly relaxed as Beth, the newest and youngest acquaintance, joined in and voiced her own appreciation of Vicki's beautiful and alluring appearance.  How they had all suddenly become on the same page and without the usual jealousy that flared up when such words were spoken was beyond him but he had no reason to find out why such notions had flown their minds.<br/><br/>It was too good of a feeling to just get it all out there in the open, the proverbial airing of the dirty laundry.<br/><br/>Fred remained seated as George took up wine orders and shouted out after Vicki.  "Red always.  As red as the lipstick I'd love for Beth to smear all over my lips!"<br/><br/>He let out a bit of a chuckle as he winked at Beth and then turned his attention back to Vicki, his grin growing.  Fred called again after the host of this rather unusual party.<br/><br/>"Or maybe on her face.  I think George and I would love to watch that exchange, wouldn't we, old boy?"