Since I have nowhere to be and she is a babe, I think "why not?!"As I get out of my car and stand to my full height of 6'-2", she stares at me, lookin... up at me with a strange look in her eyes. I can't quite place it, but it reminds me of a smoldering fire. Kinda smoky and red hot! It's too bad she has a wedding ring on her finger, cause I would really like a piece of this!I go to her car and start changing the flat tire. She leans casually against the car, watching me and making small talk. I. She wore a cashmere like grey top and pearls. When was the last time I saw pearls in my classes. Her hair was done simply in a pony tail. Her face was attractive and made up. My guess is that she was older than the average teenager in my class.I assumed she was observing this class, not taking it. I get a lot of people dropping in for the music, to while away an hour or two between classes. I didn't give it much thought.I am 34 years old and just starting to feel middle aged. I can't stay out. Her father was now at work, Gabrielle was at a morning musical practice and her step mother Victoria was presumably out shopping. Earlier that morning when her father made a flat effect offer of cereal he was also quick to mention that there would be a school bus in front of the house forty five minutes after seven o’clock. Zoe was lucky to have heard that as she made every attempt to drown each individual word that escaped his mouth. After travelling down the walkway Zoe found herself standing. I was able to get a hand on his first pass and deflected it to Jon Lunby. This instantly turned into a 3 on 1 break for us. Jon immediately passed to me and I heard Big-Mike’s shout and led him in for an easy layup.On the next inbounds, Glencoe’s point guard tried to take me on one-on-one. After his third cross-over dribble maneuver, I quickly figured out he wanted to get the ball back in his dominant right hand. When he tried that move a fourth time as he crossed half court, I reach out and.