"Whoa," Janet says, but she's laughing, going along with Susan. She could fight back a little. That might've been interesting, too. But right now she's pliant, a little drunk, and happy to go wherever Susan wants to put her, especially when Susan's mouth is on her like that, when she can wrap her still-clothed legs around Susan's hips and shift into the warm, intent trail of purposeful kisses Susan's leaving.