Roger set his glass aside, as Marietta moved over to join him in his lap. His hands moved down to her waist, holding her, as she grinned up at her. Roger parted his lips, and pissed her back to try to deepen it, but she pulled away too fast.
"I did have a sneaking suspicion," Roger said grinning, feel the tug on his ear from Mariette's lips. His hands slid from her waist, up her back, tugging up her dress as his hands moved. "I'm assuming you're one of those women."