Back in the sitting room, things were getting a little worse for Steve. he woman next to him had turned her attention directly uopn him, and was flirting in a not-too-subtle way. She said her name was "Antha," and that her husband was "somewhere outside" - the worst part of it, though , was that Steve actually saw her every day. She lived about three houses down, and always waled her kids to school about the same time as he left for work in the morning.<br/><br/>He made a feeble excuse - something about "fresh air" - and got up to leave. It was awkward - as discomfited as he'd been by her boozy advances, the scent of her perfume and the way she'd been gently pawing his knee had somehow or other gotten him really hard. What a strange evening this was turning out to be.<br/><br/>As he strolled through the hallway trying to think cold-shower thoughts, he glimpsed an unusually pretty redhead in a white blouse, who was staring into a mirror and looking almost as bemused as he presently felt. He was a potential kindred spirit, at the very least. He walked up and smiled at her from over her shoulder. "Hiya,"he said. "I'm Steve. Don't believe we've met."