Vicki felt the curves of Beth's body slide against her own until they joined in warm waves.  There was a serenity there that caused Vicki to forget about her concerns about George and Fredrick, even forget the words the woman spoke as they embraced.  It felt good to envelope Beth's smaller frame within her own.  She wondered for a moment if this was what she felt like in George's arms, a soft, curved warmth which only invited being held closer.  Vicki began to feel a familiar heat, a loosening warmth below her stomach.<br/><br/>"Hey ladies, come join us!"<br/><br/>The redhead startled, jerking her arms away.  Vicki laughed, at once an honest amusement at her own fright and a means to smooth any disruption in their private intimacy.  "Oh... goodness," she sighed, running her hands through her hair.  "Guess we better go.  Can you carry that fruit basket for me, sweetie?"<br/><br/>Vicki wondered if her mother had suddenly leaped into her mouth.  Sweetie?  She'd never called anyone sweetie in her life...  She'd called people much worse things before without a single thought.  Vicki set the strange thought aside; maybe it wasn't so hard to be authentically nice.