A new family had moved into our area this year and their son Danny Watkins and mine Alan had befriended each other, I didn't particularly like him, I couldn't quite put my finger on it but there was this feeling about him I didn't like. He seemed to be one of those bad boys to me, but he had never done anything to make the really unreasonable assumption I had of him.
He is a confident young man, the same age to within 3 days of my son. He has this way of looking at you or anyone else like he was just superior to whatever you thought, if you stammered over anything or dropped an item. He irritated me no end, but I couldn't really understand why. He wasn't rude or offensive in any way he just got under my skin. I therefore tried to discourage Alan from him, not in an obvious way but I would suggest alternatives if he said he was going here there or anywhere with him.
Danny and my son are both good looking boys and I know from Alan that they worked together when it came to the girls. But I wasn't very happy when Alan let slip that he chased older women too, including one of their married teachers at school, but he wouldn't tell me which one, I guessed by myself that it would have to be Mrs Murchison, she was just about the loveliest teacher around and about 35 years of age.
The main differences between the two boys was football, Alan supported our local team to the hilt and he and his father often went to away matches and sometimes made a weekend of it if it was a long way. This left me on my own as my eldest daughter was in college with Alan waiting to go, along with Danny at the end of the year.
Danny reminded me of someone and I couldn't for the life of me say who it was, it was an oft jogged reminder that I had no way of retrieving in my mind. He is about 6ft 1" a tad taller than Allan, both boys are well built, extremely good looking, and they play every sport they can and are quite good at a couple of them, "this gets us the girls too mom," he would tell me laughingly. Oh how I loved watching him grow up, but also saddened by losing my baby boy.
Danny is one of those people who have an easy charm, is confident, laid back, goes with the flow, is intelligent, gets good grades, doesn't fluster in front of his elders and carries a conversation on most points as if he has majored in it. And he mirrors my son who is very similar in his own way, that's why me and his father are so proud of him, and our daughter Carrie too.
Me? I am Allison, or Ally as people call me, I am nearly 40, still have my figure, I have made sure of that, I have been blessed with good looks, my husband is still guarded when I am introduced to other men, or his work colleagues. And isn't impressed if I say something like, "he is a nice man, or he is good looking isn't he?"
I am around 5ft 3" shoulder length auburn hair, my face is my attraction to other men; I know I am beautiful in that regard, my figure is just that, my figure. I am about 11lbs more than when I was twenty or so, but as it is all over my body it has given me a soft rounded shape that I am quite happy with, I dress well, or try to, I always have. My marriage vows are still intact, or they were but I'll get to that in a little while.
My biggest problem if you can call it that, or them, is my nipples, even now they are still super sensitive as is my neck, when my husband fancies making love and I don't, I give in within minutes or seconds if he gets to them, which he does with regular ease. I do love my sex, he changes my mind so quickly and I go full tilt into it. We have a good sex life and I feel I have been lucky to have had such an attentive man to love, even though our sex life has tailed off a bit as we have grown older, so now its beginning to be me who initiates lovemaking.
The upcoming weekend was the one that my husband and son had been waiting for, our team, I say our, but I am a reluctant supporter too, I have been coerced into going to the odd home match, they have tried to get me to go away with them but I have steadfastly refused. But this particular weekend was the one I should have gone on and I wouldn't have done what I did, but that's not to say what happened wouldn't have on a future weekend.
'Our team' were away at their greatest rivals, they often contested various matches with results about even in wins and losses etc. When they played at their ground David and my son would make a weekend of it because his favourite aunty lived there and he liked to make a good visit to her. She was his mother's oldest sister and he loved her dearly.
So Friday came and they set off around 3pm in the afternoon, it was about a three hour drive there so they would arrive about 7pm, call me to let me know they had arrived and I knew they would be sitting down to a sumptuous meal, one I had been to many times, Aunt Laura was a fantastic cook.
As I was busy with things and looking forward to some 'quality' time on own over the weekend curling up with a good book and a glass of my favourite chardonnay. I went around the house and locked up tight, I wasn't going anywhere, and I did love the feeling of being locked down for the night safe and sound. A knock came at my front door when I opened it there was Danny asking for Alan. I knew he must have known he was going away with his dad, but he said that Alan had told him he wasn't setting off until around 4.30.
"Well I'm sorry Danny but they've gone already," and started to close the door.
"Oh I'm so sorry Mrs Taylor, I didn't know or I wouldn't have bothered you, but he has a CD in his room we are using for English lessons and I wanted it for the weekend, could I have it please?"
Relenting now I invited him in and closed the door behind him, he went to our kitchen down the hall while I went upstairs to retrieve the said CD.
I found it and went downstairs to give it to him. Our kitchen is a fairly large one with a oak oblong table in the centre with 2 chairs either side, I explain this because it gives you a picture of events that were to occur in a few minutes.