She might as well not have spoken, she realised.  For a moment the heat had flooded her face, but not one of them showed by a flicker they had heard her, and certainly none of them answered her. She wasn't sure if she was relived or disappointed. Perhaps they ignored her comment because she had gone too far, overstepped the boundaries that they thought were acceptable. Had she misunderstood?  Was it only her feeling that... well............. to them was it just teasing and nothing more?  She'd have to keep a tighter reign on her feelings if that was the case, although she wasn't sure if she could if the last few minutes were anything to go by, God what had she let herself in for?<br/><br/>So her mind was far away from the cards, as she looked at the three of them her eyes going from one to the other and back again.  She felt like a third wheel, suddenly unsure whether she should even be there. Moving seats didn't help either, and looking across at the couple in front of her she saw just how right they seemed, how, well..... she looked again at George,  did he see it too?<br/><br/>She even felt a little disconnected from the erotic scene as it played out in front of her, as if she was watching a movie not participating in real life. As George let go of Frederic's cock, almost reluctantly it seemed, she watched his face, again zooming in on his wife's as he went to sit down. This man had made her young life miserable, why was she feeling Okay about being here like this?  Was she letting her old bitter longings get in the way of rationality?  Then...... she didn't even know Frederick, Vicki..... well Vicki was another matter....  And why was it that every time some sane thought peeked it's head out it was washed away in this tide of comfort and longing?<br/><br/>Having a good hand partially drew her attention back to the cards, and feeling a real pang of regret when George pipped her at the post and as winner was going to take his dues.  "So close," she exclaimed as they showed all.