As Vicki sat next to Frederick Beth walked over to sit on the other chaise longue style sofa, tucking herself slightly into the corner and relaxing back, feeling so very much at home she lent on the arm slightly and crossed her legs.<br/><br/>She looked across at the two of them, fleetingly a little shocked by Frederick's comment, it wasn't exactly normal for a man you've just met to suggest a fellow guest should snog the hostess. Her eyes though were drawn to Vicki's lips, and she bit her own, the image he was painting coming rather vividly to life, so much so she Mmm'd appreciatively.<br/><br/>"I'm afraid my lipstick isn't red... although I'd be happy to taste the red wine from those lips, wouldn't you?" She teased back at Frederick, she felt she could give as good as she got if this was going to be the tone of the conversation.  She could flirt outrageously and enjoy herself.  It didn't even feel that weird, almost like she was in a bar with a group of girlfriends and they were all rather merry and letting loose.<br/><br/>She'd better not drink too much wine, she thought, already she was saying far more than she normally would, and thinking more...... no not thinking more, she'd always had a good imagination and an internal dialogue which let her express her inner desires and acknowledge them, but what was different was that she saying more about them, letting go.<br/><br/>How odd? She wondered why.. now.....here of all places,....."I feel so relaxed Vicki, you really do have such a wonderful home, what's your secret? I think I need to hire your decorator, I don't think I've ever felt so instantly at peace in someone's home before."