Kat reveled in the sensation of being in Frank's lap. While she hadn't developed any kind of a crush on him, he was well built and smelt nice. The warmth of his hand resting gently on her thigh below the hem of her skirt added to her pleasure. Then the hand began stroking her thigh. He was fiddling with his cards with the other hand, as if thinking about how to play, when his palm simply slid up and down a little, casually sliding his fingers under her skirt's hem.

Alarms suddenly began blaring in Kat's mind as she realized the difference between this and the others.

Those men ....