The party was really jumping, and Emma was everywhere in it, providing a touch here, a kiss there, a caress here, nudging pairs of single people together, and sometimes taking a turn herself. The pheromones hung so thick and heavy in the air they were almost as visible as the layer of smoke from the cigarettes.

Slipping out of the main room, Emma came upon a bedroom where a boy and a girl had gotten away from the rest of the party. They’d so rumpled up the bed that the blankets had come untucked, and four bare feet were dangling off the end of the bed.

Emma chuckled, and knelt down to bring the feet to the level of her mouth. Then she opened wide and pulled all four of the feet in.

The lovers didn’t seem to notice anything until she got up to their knees. Then they looked up from what they were doing and the girl gave a little shriek. “What’re you doing!”

Emma grabbed her flailing hand, and one of the boy’s, and tugged them upright above her so gravity could do the work.

Down they came.