Julia is very affectionate.

The Ellison's were pleasant company and Julia who was already slightly drunk, got giggly as she drank champagne. Frank made sure her glass stayed full, and when that bottle was empty ordered another, dosing it surreptitiously before pouring.

Midway through the second bottle Julia excused herself to go to the bathroom, and Simon and Frank exchanged pleasantries in her absence. He discovered that the didn't have a very active social life, due to the pressures of work, and that this evening out was their first in almost a month.

"Sometimes I think Julia really misses her friends and folks since we moved down here. She tries to keep busy, but she doesn't make friends easily. She's a bit shy," Simon explained as Frank nodded sympathetically.

When she returned to the table Julia smiled happily and sat, leaning against her husband slightly, who turned and give her a peck on the lips that made her giggle. Frank smiled, thinking that the **** might well have made her horny, but with her husband right at hand, he was the likely benefactor. He shrugged mentally, writing it off as an experiment.

It was at that point that he felt Julia's foot slide up his calf, and tease the inside of his thigh. He saw her glance at him with wanton eyes full of mischief and started to revise his previous assessment as he reached below the table and squeezed her foot, rubbing his thumb over the instep.

"Mmmm...Why don't you come over to our place for a drink, Frank?" Julia purred. "We hardly ever have anyone over...and I don't get to show the house off much...please say yes?"

"Yes, come on over Frank," Simon added with a friendly smile.

"I'd be delighted to," Frank grinned, signalling for the bill and insisting on putting everything on his tab. He smiled indulgently at the effusive thanks from the Ellison's, watching Julia bite her lip as her foot toyed with him under the table.

He didn't know exactly what she had in mind, but it promised to be an interesting evening.