Chapter 1
Tom Jeffs was called home by his mum to attend a cocktail party.
He scowled into the phone and complained, "Why?"
"Because there's someone coming that I'd like you to meet," Avery said.
"Aw, mum."
"Now Tom, be a good boy for your mother. You know you haven't been home for almost eight weeks."
Tom weakened and thought he shouldn't deny his mum the pleasure of his company any longer. Actually, he believed it had been ten weeks since he'd last visited his parents.
"Mum, if she's the horse-faced daughter of one of your horsey friends, I'll walk out on you."
He was told not to be rude. She hadn't met Fran who was the daughter of a new neighbour Veronica Giles and Mrs Giles was a handsome and elegant lady.
"Can females be described as being handsome?"
Avery sighed and said yes of course they could although it rarely was used in respect of females but the word was non-sexist.
"Am, I pretty mum?"
She sighed and told him the function was on Sunday at 11:00 and not to be poorly dressed and to come alone rather than have one of his sluts in tow.
Her 28-year old curly-headed son protested and said the truth was most young women's mothers were sluts but found he was talking to himself because his mum had guessed what was coming and had cut the call. He grinned, knowing his mother hated being lectured.
No matter what the mother looked like, this young woman would be horse-faced with not much by the way of tits because all the fat would have slumped to her arse. His mom was attracted to potential daughters-in-law who looked like that and she usually attempted to dump one of them on to him three or four times a year and had been doing that since he was fourteen.
Hmmm. His mom had never before described the female's mother as being handsome and elegant, or for that matter she'd never mentioned to him that any other of her friends were elegant. Perhaps this filly might be one out of the box and he thought it would be improbable that his mother would always make bad choices for him.
Tom decided to make a grand entrance. He'd satisfy his mother by dressing smart casual but he would come sweeping up the driveway in his dad's old and noisy Honda dirt bike that Tom had borrowed and no longer used and was well-overdue to be returned.
Tom arrived at the Brimley Hill Farm where his parents raised Hereford cattle for fattening and also run a highly rated Dorset Horn and Poll Dorset sheep stud on 930 acres. His parents had everyone down at the tennis court and a marque he been erected.
Goodness, why did his folk bother with all the top shelf glitter. What was wrong with inviting just a few people over and shipping in a few crates of beer, cartons of wine and having pizza delivered?
Oh fuck, the bulls were in the paddock down by where the guests were being entertained. If he roared down on the bike for an impressive arrival, he could stampede the herd and his father would bawl him out.
He leaned the motorcycle against the fence and vaulted the fence and walked down to where the 20 or so bulls were gathered and heard a woman scream, "Run, a bull is charging you."
Tom looked around wondering if a rogue bull was in amongst this docile lot.
He grinned as he saw his old hand-reared Bertie, now eight and who'd been kept for breeding, bearing down at him, head and tail up and yes, it did look menacing.
Bertie skidded to a stop and they did the 'Hi how are you mate' bit and Tom then jumped on Bertie's back, steering him down the gentle slope by the ears and knowing most of the people would be watching agog. Well, he supposed that was a bit of an entrance.
He slid off, patted Bertie and then placing a hand on a fence post vaulted over the fence to the applause of some of the watchers.
Kip, his Border Collie, raced up to him and leapt to be caught as he'd been trained to do and Tom obliged.
There was more applause and even more when his mother said sarcastically, and loud enough for Tom to here, "This exhibitionist is our second son Tom."
"Son, your zip is undone," Brian his dad called.
Tom zipped up thinking well yes, overall it could be considered a noticeable entry.
The closest woman to him dressed in white and black and looking really cool was assessing him and he said, "Hi Veronica."
She responded in surprise, "Do you know me?"
"No but mum told me she had a sexy and elegant new friend called Veronica Giles."
"Ooh, and you managed to pick me out from the large group of people?"
"It's not so large considering about half of the people are male."
She laughed and said he was very sharp
"And I believe you were to bring your daughter to look me over."
Veronica gasped lightly, put a finger over her lips and said quietly, "Very sharp. Here she comes now."
God, he enthused, the lass was more handsome than her mum and had bigger tits and her a glimpse of her backside as she turned to wave to someone made him note that her arse was well-shaped and relatively slender which was something, as usually with females it was a standard combo of big tits and a big arse.
Tom's dick stirred.
The young woman carrying two glasses of champagne glanced at Tom, looked away and looked back and stared.
"Hi, I'm Tom Jeffs. Are you a gate-crasher?"
She looked startled and turned to her mum who offered no assistance but continued to monitor this initial encounter with interest.
"No definitely not. I'm here at the invitation of Mrs Jeffs, who also invited my mother Mrs Giles. She's standing almost beside you."
"If that correct Mrs Giles, this person really is your uncontrollable daughter?"
"Mother," the woman appealed.
"Darling. It's obvious Tom is a bit of a tease. Just introduce yourself."
The younger woman handed one of the wines to her mother and offered the other to Tom.
"No thanks. I'll check to find what reds dad has assembled."
"Please hold my glass and I'll fetch a superior red wine for you."
He smiled and said no thanks. He'd use the opportunity to say hi to his parents and pick his wine carefully.
"You must think about telling me your name some other time."
"Oh god, sorry. It's Francesca."
"That's a cool name to go with Giles and suits your passionate persona."
"My what? You have no idea what I'm like?"
"Dark eyes, busty, you move quickly and engage full-on when challenged. Probably your maternal grandmother is or was either Spanish or Italian and I think Spanish and you have got more genes from that quarter than your mother who has almost violet eyes."
"How could you know this; did my mother tell you about me?"
"No one has told me anything about you Francesca but you did suggest I had no idea what you were like, giving me the opportunity to assess you. Aren't you used to associating with guys around your age who have a brain?"
She looked ready to flare.
Tom excused himself and walked off and heard Francesca say to her mother, "God what an asshole. It would be a strain trying to keep up with him."
