My name is Peter; I'm single, I'm 6ft 1inch tall and weigh 210lbs. I live in a cul-de-sac, which suits me because I have no intention of going anywhere else. It used to be a sad street in a sad part of town, but the circle of life took another turn and suddenly the world was a much brighter place and life was really worth living.
One side of the street used to consist of a wall, behind which lay a disused canal. The council have removed that wall; renovated the canal path, and erected a wrought iron fence between the street and the canal path. Volunteers have cleaned out the canal so that it now connects to the canal network again.
The four houses that form the residential side of the street have doors which lead directly onto the street. Each house has a small rear garden which ended at the wall of a disused factory. This has now been dismantled and the area redeveloped into an aquatics and gymnasium centre. The boundary is now a low wall and railings
At the end of the street was another wall, this one forming part of the boundary of a warehouse lorry park which closed down. All told it really had been a sad place to live in.
The end wall has gone and now there is a low wall with a gate to a path through the new park and garden which the council provided.
The consequence of all this is that the houses became 'hot property' but they'll not be sold because my father had bought three of the Four houses after the war therefore they were now mine.
I was born and raised in that street. My parents were already in their late 50's when they had me, so I had a rather dull and boring childhood as they were often ill and I had to be around to look after them therefore I had few friends.
The end house, number 6, used to be the home of a quiet lady and her daughter Eve. We never saw a man there so we decided that she was no longer married, or had never been married. Eventually she died; leaving Eve to carry on the tradition of what I assume was a monotonous existence. Again, I never saw a man. We stopped to chat if we met in the street, but never about personal matters.
Eve was about Twenty years older than me. She'd stopped working about Two years ago when she was made redundant so she was at home a great deal of the time. Each day, morning and evening, rain or shine, she went for an hour long walk.
I live in the house next door, which is number 5. After my parents died I lived in much the same way as Eve.
Number 4 is occupied by Donna and her daughter Linda. Donna looks to be about forty and I know that Linda is Eighteen years old.
Donna is a nurse at the hospital. She often asks me to look after Linda if she is detained at work; needs to go out unexpectedly, or on the evening she goes to keep fit classes, otherwise we have little contact with each other. Linda is a studious; polite, pleasant, and very attractive girl. I have no problem about looking after her.
She will be starting University next month, reading physics. I admit that I have always longed to get my hands on Donna's body, ever since I was old enough to have sexual urges, even if I would have needed guidance on what came next. I suppose I should also admit that just lately I've also been having lustful thoughts about Linda.
Numbers 3 and 2 no longer exist. Mr Hitler paid for their demolition during the war.
Number 1 has a dental surgery on the ground floor and a solicitor's office on the upper floor.
So it had been a small grey world into which I'd fitted very well. I could never be thought to be good looking or even interesting to the people who lived their lives rushing about in the bright light that started at the exit from my street.
I don't have fixed regular working hours because I own a pawnbroker and second hand shop and also the hardware store next door plus three others. I also own the house I live in together with number 4 and number 6. My main businesses are a ten minute stroll from my house and that meant that I rarely have to venture out of my comfort zone.
Dad had started and run both places and taught me the ropes. Over time, as he prospered he had bought the other three and turned all of them into profit making operations.
He had also chosen the people who actually do the daily work, and he merely turned up for an hour or so each day just to keep an eye on things. That suited me so I followed in his footsteps.
After I'd been through the sales ledgers and seen just how profitable the business was I'd had a hard time understanding why we lived in such a dismal area. Dad pointed out that if we lived in a more desirable area we would incur far greater outgoings.
The travel time to and from work each day would eat into our leisure time and as he and mum frequently went to the theatre or cinemas they would have to rush meals and allow for transport times, so they opted to live close to work and leisure. It made sense, and so I followed suite.
My life changed one Sunday when a few rays of light from the sun began to shine on my little world as I celebrated my twenty-sixth birthday. I say 'celebrated', but I was merely having a few glasses of wine whilst watching a DVD on the TV. I had one nice surprise. It was a birthday card, from Eve of all people; she'd never done that before.
What actually happened to change my view of the world is that Donna came to my door and asked me to watch out for Linda who'd gone out for a couple of hours. Donna had just been invited, by a work colleague, to go to a theatre matinee performance as her husband had decided he didn't want to go and Linda hadn't taken her keys with her when she went out.
I didn't have a computer so I had been watching a porn video when Donna knocked. I had pressed the pause button and switched the TV to live broadcast before I opened the front door. Of course I would look out for Linda, of course I forgot about the porn video, and of course I forgot about the DVD case with its erotic artwork picture which lay on my sofa.
Donna hadn't been gone ten minutes when Linda knocked as I was in the kitchen getting some biscuits.
I played at being the perfect host and offered to make Linda a drink, she asked for a coffee so off I went into the kitchen. On my return I found that Linda had spotted the DVD case and immediately switched the TV to Video input and was now looking at a freeze frame of a young lady, not much older than herself, on her knees in front of a man seated on a sofa with half of his large penis in her mouth.
I put the cup down and tried to get to the remote, but Linda had it in her hand and immediately placed it down her T-shirt. She is not the most desirable girl in the town, but she is very definitely not at a long way back in the queue and does possess a very noticeable pair of breasts, and a fabulously rounded rear end. The remote nestled easily between her breasts and she knew I didn't dare try to get it from there.
