We toured the three bedrooms and got to the fourth, this one, at the rear overlooked the overlooked the golf course, and was sparsely furnished with a single bed, wardrobe and three or four solid upright chairs. “That is fantastic news” she said “as it my area of expertise” and upstairs we went with the holdall accompanying us. ![]() “I'm afraid that upstairs isn't that interesting” I said “This is really my Mother's furniture showroom”. I was vaguely aware of the conversation going on, but shortly after finishing, she came into the kitchen, thanking me for the coffee, she looked at me and said “This is a real nuisance for both of us, they are really busy and won't be here for another hour, perhaps longer” Well, this really was my lucky day and it got even better because she then said “I was on my way to a fine arts conference and noticed what lovely objects you have in this house, would you mind showing me around ?” Things were getting better and better so I was happy to oblige. Yes, please, she would love a coffee, decaf, some milk, no sugar, so I retreated into the kitchen having noted the tell tale seams and Cuban heels of her stockings – there, I was right ! “Sorry to trouble you” she said but my car has broken down outside and to make matters worse my mobile phone has died, could I use your telephone to call the breakdown company?” Well, this was an offer not to be refused, so I invited her in – as I did, I noticed she was carrying a sports holdall in black leather gloved hands that seemed slightly incongruous, but no matter, she hung her jacket on the stair post and I showed her into the lounge. She was around 5'10”, clearly very fit, with cropped black hair, subtle make up and beautiful red lipstick lips, she wore a crisp white blouse – perhaps one button too many undone, beneath which I could see a black bra, over her shoulders was draped a black leather bolero, this was complemented by a knee length, well fitting black leather skirt, what I briefly took in as fully fashioned stockings (the tell tale 'wrinkle' around the ankle) and glossy black high heels. Stunning not just in how attractive she was but what she was wearing. I had no firm plans.Īround 10am the doorbell rang, this in itself was unusual due my parents nigh on discouragement of visitors, perhaps it was the postman, so imagine how surprised I was to be greeted by the sight of really stunning woman in her mid 30's. On that fateful Summer day, I was on leave, I was simply going to relax, perhaps go out for a run in the afternoon, but simply chilling out was the order of the day. My parents were also both slightly eccentric, but they were avid collectors, my father had a real interest in maritime art and my mother was into furniture of the 1920's and 30's, so, other than a fairly modern kitchen, the house was well supplied with both of their passions and, was in some respects quite a museum. In accordance with my parents wishes for privacy, it was well screened and very private. The house overlooked a park to the front and at the rear was part of the local golf course. ![]() ![]() We lived in a large detached 1930's house in what was called the Mock Tudor style and, it must be said in one of the more affluent parts of the City. I lived with my parents until my mid 20's, they were good people, intense, very private and had few friends or visitors which, on the day in question was ultimately to my advantage. OK, what follows it is fantasy scenario, but for me, one of those dream tickets that will never happen, but you can but live in hope. This is, therefore, just the scene setter, so hang in there and please do let me have your comments either at the end of as we go along. Here is part one - being the introduction of a story of mine, I wrote it sometime ago, but for this site have divided it up into four sections, so the real action gets going in the other sections.
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