Ann can’t help but smother kisses all over your face, each peck of her lips on your face gracing a small red lipstick mark. She seems to notice and gasp audibly; and then she starts to laugh.

“Look at you,” She says between kisses, “Do you think the others will mind if they see you all smothered like this?”

She assumes not, but she says that between kisses and giggles. “Well, its not like they’ll come soon anyway.”