I didn't want to feel this, but I can no longer fight."I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair as I stood on my toes till our lips met. I put... all the passion that had built inside me into that one kiss. Simon cradled my ass as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him against me. "Brookie, I didn't want to do this here, but baby, I need to feel you. There's a fire inside that's consumed me for so long that only you can extinguish it." Oh, Simon, I've waited so. Something fishy going on here, I thought.I knew my expression had given away some of my inner turmoil to my mother. She's a very perceptive forty year-old. My dad had cleared off with another woman when I was four, twenty years ago, about the time being a father had started to cut into his social life. Two years later, my mum had a baby girl, but I never knew anything about her father. Mother never brought him home that I can remember. Sophie was at university, and will undoubtedly make a great. When I walked into the room I found Mark and Clarissa sitting there. Twoglasses and a bottle of champagne sat beside them. Both were dressed intheir peignoirs."Hi Angela, Clarissa, you made it home ok then." I found a glass. "Can Ijoin you in a drink?" neither looked particularly comfortable with myjoining them.Mark spoke first, "No not at all please do." However his words were indidn't match the body language."I really next to go and finish off some things." Clarissa was rising."I'll see you. Mike slips his arm around her and takes her cigarette, he takes a puff then passes it to Dean. "Hey thats mine!" protested Melanie. Mike smiles at her and goes in to kiss her, she pulls away. "What are you doing?!" Mike laughs and kisses her soft lips as she tries to push him away. Dean is watching with enthusiasm as he smokes her cigarette. Mike stops kissing her, "Let me go!" Mike pushes her up against a tree and presses his strong hand over her mouth as she struggles against him. "Please.