I had been lucky in life, a good education and standard of living fortunately enabled me by the age of 29 to have graduated from veterinary school and was working privately, specializing in Equine (race horses). Race-horsing, given the substantial interest from punters and book-makers, leaves owners determined to get the best treatment for an animal that is worth and could earn in prize money, thousands of pounds. As a vet, specializing in such an area is massively rewarding career path to go down, as it allows you flexible hours, and pretty much name the price you expect to be paid. As well as this, I was lucky enough to get on the property ladder very early on in my life, and at this stage owned a four bedroom semi-detached house. I had modified the property to fit all my possible desires, with a home gym installed as well as a games room for a pool table and jacuzzi. The only downside to the property was the neighbours to the attached side.
Ian and Lisa Wright had two teenage girls (aged 15 and 13), were in average jobs and basically lived fairly dull lives. The highlights of which were having friends round at the weekend, playing loud music into the early hours of the morning. Not wishing to become a grouch, I often tried to ignore the noise, although on several occasions in the 2 years they have lived next door I have had to call round and ask them to turn it down.
Not only this but the walls linking the two properties were not so thick, so late at night I would often hear their brief attempts at love making. I say brief, as by the sounds of it Ian would only last a few minutes and would be done. I only knew this much detail as it being summer and during a heat wave, both houses often had the windows open, and this topic amongst other would be argued about late into the evenings.
Both Ian and Lisa must have been mid-to-late thirties. However, this is where their similarities stopped. Ian had clearly let himself go, being in a 9-5 office job, I never saw him go out for exercises, and the ever growing belly supported my claim. Lisa on the other hand, although appearing to have a vastly diminished level of self-confidence (due to Ian) had a potentially wonderful appearance. She was 36, stood 5'5" with long brown hair down to her mid-back and a pretty pale face with big round lips. Underneath her modest style of dress was a fantastic set of 36DD boobs, always crammed in to whatever top she wore in the attempt to conceal them. Having had two girls, her hips were gloriously curved setting the framework for an eye-catching round arse.
I think it was partly this massive mismatch between Ian and Lisa that annoyed me so much.
Walking my dog back up our quiet road, I noticed what appeared like a bailiff and Lisa having a rather heated discussion at her door. The Wrights had clearly not been making their payments, which I found odd considering they both appeared to have had stable jobs, but I couldn't help feel bad for her. It didn't help my conscience that Lisa's desperate-looking eyes met mine as I jogged up to them, gave her a quick wink and pecked her on the cheek.
"What seems to be the problem mate?" I asked the bailiff.
"I'm afraid this is confidential between us and Ms. Wright" he replied rudely.
"Well I'm Mr. Wright so if you would like to resolve this matter I suggest you tell me the problem." I lied confidently, putting my arm around Lisa to act more convincingly like her husband.
"Oh right, well I'm sorry about this Mr. Wright, but the mortgage on your property has not been paid for 3 months so I've documents here to claim £1045." The bailiff explained.
"Oh yes, we've tried contacting you, a few problems aside we've now got the money" I lied again. I explained that I had some cash ready to pay and that if he waited in his van, we would go and fetch it. He did this, and I managed to sneak into my house, retrieve the money I had in my safe and be out again without the stupid guy realising what had happened. Having given me a receipt he was on his way and I invited a much drained looking Lisa in for a drink.
"I think you may prefer something a bit stiffer whilst the coffee brews." I suggested with a smile as I poured her some whiskey. She attempted a weak smile and downed the drink before I had even sat down. Lisa was clearly hot and bothered, and this was evident by the thin shine of sweat that was causing her white dress to stick to her chest. She looked fantastic without even trying and I took this as a reflection of how emotionally drained she must have been and so poured her another class of whiskey to try and ease her worries further. The second whiskey she drank slower, and did seem to relax somewhat.
