I had gotten married as the girl I was with at the time got pregnant. The baby arrived and I realised that there was something very strange about the whole thing, I am white while the baby was a darker shade of tan, and my wife detached herself completely from me .
I asked for a DNA test and it resulted that the bitch was pregnant from another man, and being of the Muslim faith she didn't want to marry him and convert to Islam. I divorced her within days of finding out and left home.
I returned back to Malta as I was really disgusted at what had happened to me, and decided that as from that day, it would be nothing more than, treating women like ladies till I got to treating them like whores. Six months and change the scene was my new motto.
Being well endowed was a plus, and money was not a problem due to a nice win on the football pools in UK.
A penthouse apartment in a upmarket building was my abode.
I met Lucy when I was working as a project manager in a social housing project. They had demolished some houses which had survived the second world war, which were nothing but slums, and they started building new houses .
Lucy was 38, married to a man who had been paralysed in an accident, and she lived across the road from my site office. I used to watch her from my office window, changing her clothes or getting dressed after the shower. The social respite services used to pick up her husband every day at 8:30 and return him at around 4 in the afternoon.
She would then shower and change for the day.
Once while changing she caught me looking, I thought to myself , that she would henceforth start closing the curtains. But I was surprised the next day , when she followed the same routine and walked around her room naked much more then usual. She knew I was watching, as she kept looking at the window each time she passed it.
A couple of days after, I met her in the street , as she was going shopping. She asked me if there was anything she could get me from the shops and I asked her to get me some milk and cigarettes. Some half an hour later, she walked into my office and handed me the stuff. I offered her some coffee and she accepted. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a T shirt , both of which did not leave much to imagination.