Ziggy shrugged. "He might like the tight clothes because it shows off your body? Mick's not feminine at all and I still like to see him in tight pants." Ziggy poured them both more drinks and grinned. "We should put together the perfect outfit for making him lose his mind."

Pink and tight, apparently. Ziggy was only giggling more and more. "He asked for someone to come into the bathroom and help him. I just stared... I should have gone but I couldn't move."

And Ziggy was afraid that Mick would run again, but he didn't mention it. Ziggy spent a lot of time barely dressed, even on stage.

"Dad.. don't make him mad. He..." Ziggy giggled looking at the man in the bed. ".. his temper is as bad as your ginger."