Then Mike slides his hand down Zoë’s sides and she moans, quietly, and pushes her fingers through his hair. He leaves one hand on her ass and grabs...her, gripping hard for a second while his other hand is back on the back of her neck, pulling her as close to him as he can. She claws through his hair now, listening to his breath become ragged as the kiss becomes rough, lustful. Then Zoë drops to her knees and unbuttons Mike’s jeans, Yanking them down with his underwear only to have his full hard. But Steph wasn’t a talented composer and never made much impact as a solo artist. Although we lived together for nearly a decade, she never understood or appreciated House music or Drum & Bass or Techno or any of my club-oriented musical obsessions. She supported me as best she could when I released my own records, but it was always a mystery to her how I could prefer electronic beats and samples to the beauty of an acoustic instrument and an unmediated human voice. I sympathise with her taste. Sit-ups in bed wearing a robe. O K. I glanced overtowards his closet and saw Michelle's pink pageant dress hanging on thedoor. It had been her idea for his costume. I was surprised he'd gonealong with it so easily. "Soooo......how was trick-r-treating? You surelooked cute in your little outfit." "Awwww dad.......give me a break!!! The guys really gave me a hard time." Sorry, Brian. I'm sure they did but maybe they were just jealous. Ithink it was very cool that you dressed up like that.. She squinted, and saw him. He was still sitting in his car, his head on the steering wheel.For a second she wondered if he was hurt. Nah he couldn't be. He was still sitting there. But she didn't go out to see him. She went back down and sat on the couch, her mind spinning.But wait a minute, she thought. This is my house, he's in my driveway. I have more than a right to see why he is here and what he wants. It doesn't mean I'm crawling back to him.She went back to the window, wondering if maybe.