I stared at the photos in the album not quite believing my eyes. It had to be him but I wasn't sure.
"Have you photos of when Paul and you were younger?" I asked. Louise flicked through a wallet and handed me a photo from the early 1980's. Talk about a small world, it was him!
I was 39 years old then and I'd been seeing Louise for almost 9 months. She was just my style of girl; she had a petite 5' 3" frame and short blonde hair in a really nice style. It was her smile that really drew me to her. She worked in a lawyer's office just outside Dublin and I was a self-employed computer technician. The day I walked in the door of her office she was thumbing through files on the reception desk. She looked at me and smiled and I was hooked. It was a lovely morning as I set about updating their computer system to something more this century. Louise was lovely with me and constantly checked to see if I was okay as I beavered away installing their new hardware.
She invited me to lunch in the nearby café that day. When my work was finished I wanted to see her again so that weekend we went on our first date and that was the beginning of our relationship.
Louise was separated... Her idiot ex-husband was caught by police one night shagging some local tart up against the wall in a back alley. It turned out he had been a naughty boy and had a string of illicit affairs to his name. After the business with the local bike, a few more ladies with stories came out of the woodwork and Louise threw him out. Her married life seemed to follow a familiar pattern. She married, had a kid and piled on weight. She said her ex seemed to be tired most nights and their sex life faded. Truth was he was getting it elsewhere. After he was gone Louise had a mission to re-invent herself and lost almost 75lbs, she cut her hair and dyed it blonde. She kept her "before" photo on the refrigerator as motivation. Hard to believe this gigantic woman with more chins than a Hong Kong phone directory and arms like a wrestler was the same little cutie that I was sleeping with now.
Her husband wanted her back. One Sunday afternoon as we lay in bed he called to the house and was down in the hallway crying saying he still loved her. I felt pity for the poor sod as he pleaded and begged her to take him back. It was all to no avail as he was told to go and the door was slammed hard after him.
She had one daughter called Roxanne. The name was her husband's idea who of course was a big fan of The Police. When I heard her name I wondered if he had really listened carefully to the words of the song. Roxanne was no kid though. She was 18 years old and was developing into a lovely young lady.
"Will you pick Roxanne up from work honey?" Louise asked. "I'll get dinner ready."
I took the ten-minute drive and killed the engine of my Audi A4 opposite the back gates of Roxanne's factory and she appeared after a few minutes. It was a warm summer evening and Roxanne was suitably dressed for the weather if somewhat underdressed. She seemed squeezed into a pair of cream shorts and boy were they short and seemed to hug every crevice of her young lower body. Her vest type cotton top was also from when she was a size smaller and clung tightly to her upper body. She wore an overall in work but she seemed to gather a little fan club to ogle her when she left every evening. She must have tested the blood pressure of every male in Digimark Technologies. I wasn't sure if she retained a degree of innocence or if she was an out and out tease.
Roxanne planted herself on the passenger seat and threw her bag in the footwell. The scent of Tommy Girl replaced the fading vanilla scent of my Homer Simpson air freshener. She sat back, pulled on her seat belt and as per usual pulled down the sun visor to check her appearance in the vanity mirror.
"They're such a pack of horny bastards!" She exclaimed as we drove away from the gates of her factory. I smiled as I looked into the rear view mirror watching a group of her male colleagues waving and leering after her. "All they want is to get into my pants." She added.
"Not sure if there would be room in them." I replied.
I had a great relationship with Louise and the sex was great... We enjoyed candle lit dinners, a shared bath surrounded by candles and slow sensual massages again surrounded by yes you guessed it... Candles! We both just liked sharing mutual pleasure.
In the last couple of weeks though I was developing a little distraction... The daughter. When I met Louise, I just saw Roxanne as a sweet kid. But Roxanne was changing, physically and mentally. She used to be a bit quiet with me but now we were bonding more and talked more. Each day I found myself looking at her more and more in what might be considered an inappropriate manner. I hoped the thoughts would pass and it was just a phase I was going through.
A big advantage of being self-employed is you make your own hours. Today I was not due to see my first client till 10am so when Louise headed off to work at 8am I settled down on the sofa with a cup of coffee to relax and watch SKY news. I could hear the refrigerator opening in the kitchen so Roxanne was up. She came in to join me in the sitting room and I nearly had a stroke as she walked past me. She had dispensed with her dressing gown and was only wearing a skimpy satin nightie that just about covered her arse. As she breezed by me I couldn't help but glance sideways as she took a seat on the La-Z-Boy recliner under the window. I would describe her as athletic build. Louise said she took after her father; he was 6 feet tall and played football and kept himself in good condition. It was like she knew of my feet and leg fetish as she lay back slowly raising her bare legs and the soles of her feet.
My heart hammered in my chest but I stared at the TV trying to keep my mind off her. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her cross her legs and rub her foot up and down her leg... She can read my mind, I thought to myself. I was highly aroused and I felt guilty about it... I didn't even want to look in her direction and wanted her to go and get dressed.
"Did my mother ever tell you about Darren?" She asked me.
I turned my head to her... She looked into her glass. Through the large window the morning sun bounced off her shiny raven hair.
"Yes she mentioned him... She didn't like it that he took advantage of you when you were only 16 years old."
"He didn't take advantage... I loved him. It wasn't some overnight fling. We practically grew up together. She makes it sound sordid. She stopped us being together. He's in Canada now and I should be with him but thanks to her there is no chance of that, but one day I'll hurt her like she did to me."
"Oh come on Roxanne, she is your mother. She looks after your best interests."
"Yeah right... I know she fancied Darren like mad. She had her new body and her new haircut and she seen him as her lab rat. She was on a dating website and dated a few guys off it. I think she was seeing 3 guys at once. Then she wanted the attentions of my 20-year-old boyfriend and threw herself at him. She was pathetic when he called, like a teenage schoolgirl. Funny how he was welcome here at first and she knew we were at it. She came onto him and he rejected her advances, he told me that. That was when she turned against him and told him to keep away. He obliged and broke off with me. I'll get her back; I try to think what that might be... Break up HER relationship... Maybe I'll get someone she loves into bed. I think that will settle the score. What do you think?"
