It had been over two weeks now since Mandy had successfully got Billy sent back to prison, and Mr Roberts still to this day had no idea who she was. She had left him that afternoon thinking that she would be returning the following day, but of course she never did.
She was trying to get back to living her life how she wanted to and without any interference from George or Ted. She knew deep down that she hadn't seen the last of them but for now she was enjoying being in control and doing the things that she wanted to.
Ted was of course still being kept occupied by Alison and so he wasn't any threat for now. George however was just waiting to be clear of his parole period, and as soon as he was he would be wasting no time in getting back to grips with her. So it seemed that, for the time being at least, Mandy was indeed free of their demands.
Of course when you're 20 years old and blessed with such a pretty young face and the sort of body that makes just about every man stare at you then you're always going to receive a fair amount of unwanted attention. Attention comes at someone like Mandy from all directions and so there is always going to be somebody never too far away looking for a chance. But this was something that she had grown used to, she knew how sad men were and the affect she had on them and yet still she never really saw it as a problem.
Despite everything that had happened to her she still liked to dress in a way that best displayed her curvaceous figure, she felt that she was incredibly lucky to have such assets and never tired of seeing how men reacted to her. However she was still a little naive as to the workings of the male mind, she knew they obviously liked the way she looked and she even knew that most of them would probably give anything to have sex with her. But remarkably she still didn't really think much beyond that, if she knew what most of them were really thinking and wishing they could do to her then she would probably be horrified.
But she didn't and so she continued to naively lay temptation in their path, something that would surely keep on leading her into trouble.......
One of the things she had decided it was time to tackle was learning to drive. She felt it was about time she did something about it and the freedom that being able to drive would bring may be just what she needed. Luckily for her she had a father who spoiled her and had always said that whenever she was ready then he would pay for the lessons.
She felt that the time had arrived as things were changing around her to remind her that she wasn't a kid anymore. In particular her cousin had announced she was getting married in a couple of months and had asked Mandy to be her chief bridesmaid. Of course she was thrilled and honoured to be asked and was very much looking forward to it. So with people around her moving on in life she made the decision to move on herself in some way, hence the decision to learn to drive.
Now luckily for Mandy her father was acquainted with a man in the next street that had recently retired and had taken his driving instructors course so he could keep busy and earn a bit of extra cash teaching people part time.
He was an old Indian guy called Mr Nasim, until recently he used to run the corner shop at the end of his road. He was 67 years old and had been married to the same woman for over 45 years. They were a typical old married couple, seemingly descent people, nice and friendly with a polite nod or smile for everyone they passed in the street.
They had lived in the same house for their entire marriage, things were a little stale and boring between them but they accepted that that was just how it was at their time of life. For the past few years they had even taken to sleeping in single beds as getting a good nights sleep was far more important these days than anything else. Mrs Nasim had long since been through the change of life and so any action in the bedroom department was now a dim and distant memory for her poor old husband.
Now Mandy's Father approached Mr Nasim about driving lessons for Mandy and soon had struck a fairly good deal. His client list was very short, in fact he only had two other pupils so he was delighted to be of help. He of course knew exactly who Mandy was, as did most people in the neighbourhood, and he couldn't help feeling he had scored a bit of a jackpot. Firstly he was glad to be handed a client on a plate in this way, and secondly he was just a little excited at the prospect of teaching that gorgeous blond girl with the huge tits that he had seen and often chatted to in his store.
He went back to tell his wife the good news about having another client, when he told her it was Mandy she too knew exactly who she was.
"Well you just behave yourself," she told him rolling her eyes back. She had seen the way he often looked at attractive young western girls in the street but knew there was no chance of him ever being unfaithful with one. The reason was fairly obvious, he was a short slightly overweight lazy old Indian man with bad breath and body odor and the sort of girls she would catch him eyeing up were, to say the least, a million miles out of his league. Also because she knew a lovely pretty young thing like her must have the pick of any guy she wanted and would never give a silly old fool like him a second look.
She knew he liked the look of these girls, who wouldn't? But deep down she had always assumed her husband to be as uninterested in sex as she now was, particularly since it had been so long for either of them and he never really seemed to raise the subject. What she didn't know however was that that wasn't strictly true, he was still a man with urges and would often masturbate alone in his bed when she was asleep. This was his only constant source of release, and as time went on he found that far from being less interested as he grew older the opposite seemed to be the case. Being of the older generation he would have been embarrassed if his wife ever knew and so it was something he kept to himself.
Now obviously when old Mr Nasim would lay in his bed fantasising the one person he never thought of was his wife. She was just a typically plain frumpy old Indian lady, and certainly not the stuff of fantasies.
Now Mandy had always been a regular in his shop and he had to admit he had always enjoyed looking her over and allowing his imagination to wander whenever she came in. She had everything he ever longed for and she would more often than not be the source of his quiet bedtime fantasies.
The arrangements were made and Mandy was due to have her first lesson the following evening. She was nervous but excited at the prospect of getting behind the wheel of a car and couldn't wait to get started.
