Mum told me the next morning that the ladies would give me a mobile phone so they could contact me to deliver cookies to the supermarket. Jackie had said that her husband had an old truck I could use when they needed it.
Within minutes of being given the mobile phone Jackie rang to ask me to come over and inspect the old truck. “Ron, my husband wants to talk to you and he will wait here for you.”
He wanted to talk to me … My mind rushed into a panic … ..Had she told him? Did he know? Were we seen? I jumped on my bike and hurried over.
Ron was at the door of their magnificent mansion. He mumbled hello, grabbed me by the arm saying “come around the back”...
Jackie appeared. She was dressed in a plain black tight fitting business suit that displayed her magnificent body to perfection.
Ron was used to ordering people to do what he wanted. He smiled at me and said “I hear you have been looking after the ladies.
Christ; I thought he knows everything, but he went on to say “I really don’t have time for all this Boy Scout bullshit, so you’re a godsend” “I have talked to Jennifer’s husband and a couple of others and we all agree you are what we need.”
“Jackie says you need transport, you can’t carry cookies on that bike” .He went on. “She suggested the old pickup but that’s not for you. You can use the jeep”... “I don’t get a chance to use it much these days”.
“I’ll get all the husbands who work with me to throw in a few bucks so you won’t need a job while you are still at college….. Your job will be to keep our wives off our back, keep them happy and busy.
I agreed readily.
“Good boy” he said patronisingly as he shook me by the hand “look after Jackie for me”. “See she gets what she wants”.
He hopped into a top of the range Mercedes sports and drove off.
Jackie looked at me and said “not even a peck on the cheek for me”. “I’ll bet that fucking bimbo secretary gets some at work”.