Having graduated with a top degree in physiotherapy, I further boosted my status with a masters in sports injuries. With such a good qualification as well as the charisma to boot, I got a job in the city, working privately to build up my finances. By the age of 27 my reputation and experience meant I was earning £45 000 a year. However, as the usual stereotype will say, money and success isn't everything. Something was missing and so I decided to pack up and make a new start. First things first, I left the city heading for a nice rural area, buying a 4 bedroom lucrative home. Apparently it was owned by a young professional footballer before being sold by his club.
The house had all the usual high quality features, from a spacious kitchen to a decked garden, however my favourite part of my new home was the hot-tub in the converted loft.
Despite being a dream home for me, the country road it was situated on was not all high-priced property. Again, it seemed like a nice balance of people all with different backgrounds.
The second part of my move, and obviously a very important aspect was continuing my career. I was extremely lucky in securing an adequately sized property to host my private practise. For this rural greenbelt town, a private physiotherapy clinic with state of the art equipment sounds bizarre, but again, because of my reputation and the calibre of my patients attending, word soon spread of my arrival.
So going back to moving in, because the move was a fresh start for me, I did not know many people, which meant I was able to settle my stuff in and arrange my home how I wanted it. I became familiar with the area, and a few of my neighbours. I gathered that to one side of me lived a friendly old couple who had been there for 40 years. To the other lived a younger couple, - Bob and Claire, and their two young children. I bumped into them a couple of times to which we made small talk. From what I gathered they seemed nice, although money seemed tight in their household and I once overhear them discussing the matter when sitting in the garden. Bob did not have a stable income, and with Claire looking after the children the onus for paying the bills was solely on Bob. About a month after moving in, I again overheard them again, this time in a more heated discussion. From what I could hear Bob had gone one too far this time, and resorted to 'a small job' and had stolen the hand bag of an old lady who had tripped in an alley way the previous night!
I was shocked merely at his lack of compassion for a helpless lady. My shock was shared by Claire's, but from their conversation it was clear just how serious there lack of money was. I tried to forget this, however, the following day I was driving home from work when I saw a marked police car parked up outside. A policeman got out of the car and knocked on the neighbours door.
"Mr Richards?" the policeman began showing his badge as Bob opened the door, looking guilty as anything. I thought quickly and approached the two of them.
"Detective Superintendent Owens, Where were you last night between nine and ten?", he quized Bob on.
"Err… I err.." Bob stutted.
I cut in confidently, "Jon Harding, I live next door, Bob was over at mine last night, we were watching the United game, what's the problem?".
"Oh, right, well we may have to ask you to confirm that in a statement for us", the Inspector responded, a little shocked.
"No problem, here's my card, my practise is just across the road from the police station I think." I concluded before the policeman left. Bob and I waited for the sound of the officers car driving off, before we spoke.
"Thank you so much Jon, if there's anything I can do just let me know!" Bob stated gratefully.
"Don't worry, I haven't eaten since breakfast so I need to dash, we'll speak another time." I responded as I walked over my front garden and opened the door. I had a work out in my home gym before taking a shower. I then had my tea and decided to sit on the decking in the garden as it was a really nice warm evening. Midway through my tea, Claire popped her head over the fence and asked if she could have a chat. I opened the side gate, and offered her a drink. She declined, and sat opposite me. It was only now that I began to notice that Claire was quite attractive. She had light brown hair tied up in a pony tail. She had a nice face, green eyes and a nice smile. Further south I noticed, without staring, she seemed to have quite nicely rounded breasts with a relatively smooth stomach. Considering Claire was a mother of two she had a great figure with nicely rounded hips. Essentially she had a healthy curvaceous figure. Anyway, I snapped back to reality as she began to speak.
"I just want to thank you for earlier, Bob told me what happened. I don't think there is anything you don't have, for us to offer, but we are truly grateful, and would at least like for you to come over for dinner one night this week?… That is obviously if you are not busy?" Claire said.
"Don't worry, lets forget about earlier, dinner sounds lovely, I haven't met too many people in the neighbourhood so would be nice to get out for a change." I responded.
"That's brilliant! Come over tomorrow!" She concluded as she got up and left with a smile.
The following evening, I called over there around seven. We must have got our times mixed up because Claire opened the door wearing just a towel, having just jumped out the shower. I was shocked and apologised, but she assured me it was ok and invited me in. I took a seat in the living room where her children were playing, whilst Claire scampered up the stairs to get dressed. A short time passed and Claire came in, now dressed in a thin summer dress going down to her mid thigh, as well as a cooking apron, which again, hugged her sexy figure. Bob then arrived home from work, and we made small talk.
Dinner went down well, Claire was obviously a good cook, and it was nice to have some company for a change. The kids had gone to bed, and the three of us continued to talk. By 10 o clock Bob yawned and I decided it was time to leave. We exchanged our goodbyes, Bob with a handshake and Claire with a peck of the cheek. She just smiled at me and I left, trying to keep her womanly smell in my system.
The next few days passed uneventfully and until the weekend. The summer weather continued and I decided to mow the lawn with the new mower I had brought. Without thinking I took off my t-shirt as the heat was getting to me. I continued the lawn before setting the engine to rest. It was only then that I looked up and noticed Claire by the fence. She looked gorgeous and was obviously also feeling the weather as she only had on a bikini. It was only now that I really started to crave her, and appreciated how sexy she looked. Her breasts were bigger than I first thought, and held up quite well considering two children. She was a knock out and was smiling in my direction.
