Debbie Johnson was thirty-nine years old, 2 months shy of her fortieth birthday. She was five feet eight inches tall with a 34C bust and quite a slim waist. She'd never had children so still had a similar figure to twenty years ago. Her long blonde hair was normally loosely tied at the back.
She worked as a deputy headmistress of the local secondary school, where she'd worked since she was eighteen, working her way up from being a teaching assistant. The school was in the main town, and Debbie lived in a small village just outside the town, where about sixty people resided. Most of the residents knew her, either personally or through their children attending the school. She'd had offers to become headmistress at other schools, but has she was settled and hated commuting too far, had stuck with where she was.
Debbie had been happily married since she was nineteen. Had been, until she came home early when a school board meeting got cancelled a month ago, heard a noise upstairs, and entered her bedroom to find a huge pair of breasts bouncing up and down on her husband. The breasts belonged to a young girl she knew, she would have been eighteen years old now, Debbie had taught her at school until she was expelled. She'd always been trouble.
Her husband had tried to blame her for it and had left her for this young girl. She thought he'd been good enough to leave her the house, he was a very successful businessman so didn't need to sell it. He had however siphoned most of the money out of their joint account into an offshore savings account, leaving Debbie the grand sum of £20k in their account. That still seemed generous, but not when she realised over £1m had been removed. He'd moved away and seemed to have disappeared off the grid.
She'd always been friends with their next-door neighbours Denise and Ian. Her husband thought they were a little jealous of their outdoor swimming pool, the only one in the village. Since he'd left they'd took it in turns to pop around and check in on her, since Denise had heard her crying loudly one evening. Debbie was thankful that they were so concerned, especially after the rumpus she'd caused over their son Tim.
Tim was nineteen and had been a student of hers. He was quite lazy and didn't push himself, and had been disruptive in class. He was always getting into minor scrapes outside of school, a lot of these involved being bought home by the police. There were two things he really excelled in though, Art and Photography. He was studying Art at university now but had always had cameras on him at some point as he was growing up.
The incident had been when around a year ago. Debbie had always noticed him watching her, if she was in the garden he more often than not would be leaning over the fence, or looking through a window at her. This particular day she'd been in their pool while her husband was at work, and has she got out she saw Tim taking photos of her. she screamed and asked what he was doing, and he told her he'd been taking pictures of a bird behind her. She didn't believe him, so he got his USB lead and came around to her house. He plugged in the camera, selected the shots with her in, and zoomed in behind her. A single bird was sitting on a fence, as he'd zoomed in properly it had flown off. He showed how he could crop the picture so she wasn't on it. He actually won an award for the photo, the bird hadn't been seen in this area for close on twenty years. Debbie couldn't apologise enough for doubting him. Tim didn't tell her he'd kept the original image as her swimsuit was see-through when wet.
There was a party at Denise and Ian's house that weekend. Debbie had decided to let her hair down as she was only next door, and had put on one of her favourite dresses. She'd had quite a few drinks, more so at the number of people who hadn't seen her since her marriage split, and asked if she was okay now? She drank more as she knew they were being kind, but reminding her of what her husband had done.
She'd gone upstairs at one point looking for the toilet and had started sobbing. Ian came out of the bathroom, saw her upset, and walked over and threw his arms around her to comfort her. She rested her head on his shoulder, then looked up at him, leaned forward and kissed him. His tongue went into her mouth, and she felt his hand go up her skirt. What was he doing? She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away, as she did so she thought she'd seen a flash of light. She looked around as Ian was apologising profusely, but couldn't see anyone. She told him to forget it had happened, went and made her excuses to Denise, and went home.
She awoke the next day naked on her bed. She remembered drinking and looked down at her naked body. What had she done? She peered off the end of the bed and saw her dress and her underwear there in a pile. She remembered being that drunk she'd just undressed and collapsed on the bed. She'd also been that drunk she hadn't shut the curtains. Sunlight poured through the window and hurt her eyes. Shower, she really needed a shower she thought to herself. She grabbed a towel and walked to her bathroom, holding the towel in front of her, and saw something out of the landing window. Tim was watching from his house. He smiled and waved, and moved away. Luckily, thought Debbie, he can't see into my bedroom.
She showered and got dried, then realised she needed to walk back past the window that Tim had been looking through. She wrapped the towel tightly around herself, then folded her arms across her chest. She walked to her bedroom, Tim wasn't in sight. She dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt, no school today with it being the weekend. She went to her kitchen to make breakfast and a coffee, and on the way past the front door noticed an envelope on the floor. She picked it up and continued to the kitchen, putting it on the counter.
She poured her coffee and then looked at the envelope. She'd thought it was probably junk mail, but noticed there was no address on it. It simply said, Mrs Johnson. Strange, she thought. She opened the envelope, and pulled out the contents, placing them on the counter. Two photographs sandwiched a sheet of paper. She read the paper:
"Don't think you want my mum needs to see this? Or I could print off a hundred copies of each and post them up around the village if you'd prefer."
She re-read the note again, then picked up the photos. The first was her topless by her swimming pool, sunbathing. The other was a man with his hand up a ladies dress, the woman facing the camera but with her eyes closed. It was very obvious that it was Debbie herself. She was mortified.
It didn't take much working out that it was Tim who'd posted the envelope. What she didn't know was what his motive was, or what he thought he'd get out of it. She couldn't march around there and have it out with him right now, she knew his parents were in. Now she remembered thinking she'd seen a flash of light. It had been his camera flash.
She moped around the house for a while, but her mind kept coming back to Tim and what he might be planning. Would he want money? Although well respected amongst the village residents, she knew a few secretly resented her's being the biggest house and the only one with an outdoor pool. One thing her husband had spent money on was keeping the house updated. She'd even felt his wrath once when he came home and found several of the local children playing in their pool, Debbie had invited them around as it was so hot that day.
At around 4 pm her phone pinged, she had an email. She swiped the screen to read it.
"Parent's out later for a few hours, going to my nans for the evening. Won't be back until midnight, come round at 6 pm" read the email.
Tim wanted her to go visit him, with his parents out of the way. What was he planning? Did he think they'd have sex? Although she'd admitted to herself previously that he wasn't a bad looking lad, and had a decent physique, not once had there been any sense of sexual tension over him. She'd have to plead with him if he did want sex and find another way to buy his silence.
Just after 6 pm, she saw Denise and Ian drive away. She decided to get this done and dusted now and slipped on some trainers. She still wore the jeans and t-shirt she'd had on all day, feeling no need to change. She knocked on their door, and Tim answered with a big smile on his face.
"Hi Mrs Johnson, thanks for coming, please come in." He was being overly nice, it unnerved her a little.
"You can call me Debbie, we are neighbours and not at school now," she told him. "What was it you wanted anyway?" she continued.
"Oh, we'll get to that shortly. Would you like a drink first?" he replied.
He didn't reply, instead pouring her a large glass of gin and tonic. He handed it to her, telling her he'd noticed it's what she'd been drinking the night before. She took a swig and noticed he hadn't poured himself a drink. He pointed towards a door and led her to their lounge. There was a very large corner sofa in here, and he asked her to sit. She took another swig so her glass was almost empty.
Tim took the glass and told her he'd get her a refill, and walked off before she could protest. The effects of last night's drinking were telling, she was getting tipsy already. Tim returned with a full glass and a large photo album. The album had the letters DJ written on with marker pen.
Debbie took a swig, put down the glass, and opened the album. Pictures of herself looked up at her, as she turned the pages the pictures got more risque, a few more of the topless ones that were in the envelope, and a full A4 size photo of her naked, taken through her window.
"How long have you been stalking me, you could get in trouble for this," she told him angrily.
