Taking the glass from George, and thanking him, Beth listened to his toast, enjoying the look of him standing there.  He seemed so confident, so at ease, she was always drawn to that. There was something so very sexy about a man in command of himself, it made you feel like he could command you too. Glancing across at Vicky she couldn't help but smile - she too looked so relaxed she positively exuded a kind of animal-like grace, like a cat stretching out in the sun.<br/><br/>"To old friends and new" she repeated softly, raising her glass briefly and then sipping the slightly spicy red wine, letting it swirl over her tongue.<em>Ogling her breasts</em>had quite a nice ring to it she thought, and all the others seemed to think so too, as the word rolled of their tongues as if they were coated with honey.<br/><br/>Listening to Frederick, business mode kicked in, and ogling or not she met his eyes with a hint of steel, "So Frederick, what went wrong?"<br/><br/>She couldn't be bothered to couch it in sweeter tones, and he would either rise to the challenge or not, how a man dealt with his failures told you more than his successes. And how honest he was would probably be the decider in sixty seconds flat.