<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/BayviewVicki.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Victoria “Vicky” Tucker<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Carter Sagle<br/><strong>When:</strong>June 13, late night<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Sitting in a comfy chair<br/><strong>Warning: </strong>None<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Vicky had been out and about all evening. She knew everyone by name and by preference and in her mind there were only two available guys. There was the swimmer and the PI. Carter had to have been paired up with one of the two other women. She wasn’t avoiding Carter or even thinking of him as unattractive, it was quite the opposite. With him being Roman’s best friend, it had sort of labelled him as off-limits to her even if Roman had passed and that her grieving process was done. Carter had been so supportive and if Vicky had been a little reluctant to host a ruined alcoholic in the studio, she had changed her mind completely since. She would not be where she was now without him.<br/><br/>That was just it, the irony of it. She would not be sitting in the room she once shared with Roman, staring at the sheet of her assigned partner for the weekend. Carter. It was Carter. She was of two, not three minds about it. The first thought was why had he not said anything when he figured that they were in the same room? He had almost said something, hadn’t he? She could recall him calling her name with an hesitation in his voice and then changed his mind. The second was if he had changed his mind on purpose. Did he think that <em>she</em> would have paired them together on purpose? Or had he assumed she didn’t know? And why had he gone alone with it? Did he… like her this way? The third, and this was the worst of all, she wondered how much of a betrayal of her late husband it would be if she were to have sex with Carter.<br/><br/>How would it change their relationship? Would they go through with it? Carter was quite handsome and she had seen him shirtless thanks to the pool in the backyard, so she had had time to get an eyeful of him and appreciate his form. He was attractive to her, she repeated to herself again. She wasn’t trying to convince herself, but rather to get comfortable with the idea that she could think of Carter as a man, a desirable one. Sitting in a cushioned chair that stood by the dresser, the place she usually used to tend to her toenails, or to wear her pumps, Vicky just stared down to the picture on the sheet, not sure if she had overcome the shock just yet.<br/><br/>She had changed from the evening, even before knowing who was her match. She had stripped herself from the black tight tank and the short black skirt to reveal a pale pink set of underwear (http://www.listal.com/viewimage/5023199) that emphasized the size of her breasts which was generous for her lean frame, and the flatness of her stomach. Vicky was never embarrassed because of her curves or even shy about them. Now, though, she had a white satin robe over it, held closed by the belt at her waist. She waited for Carter, to see if he was surprised or not to be with her, if he had omitted saying anything on purpose.<br/></div>