Fred watched Vicki retreat into the kitchen, her pale, freckled cheeks burning crimson as the first intimate words passed between them in over a decade.  Had they ever been so flirtatious with each other before?  Frederick had a hard time recalling those far-off college days, as they seemed another lifetime ago and as if they had happened to someone else.  He could hardly focus as it was and he decided to let such memories lie dormant for the time being.  His life was starting anew and Vicki, as well as George and Beth, had become a part of it in the last hour.  He smiled faintly as he remembered the touch of his old friend's hand upon his thigh, the faint whiff of her perfume as she leaned in close to kiss his cheek...<br/><br/>It took him a moment to realize that he was growing rather rigid in the trousers as he sat there, reliving the last few moments of such intimate contact with Vicki, George's wife.  Her husband was watching him now and Frederick readjusted casually, hiding his sudden erection from view with the edge of his blazer.  He cleared his throat and glanced over at George, offering him a smirk.<br/><br/>"Well, Beth does leave us with a great suggestion, no?  How about a little strip poker to make the night interesting... and to leave me with a little bit of money in my pockets?"<br/><br/>