Jack was sitting by the big pine tree in the parklands down by the Logan River. The tree he had spent numerous hours at with his dog. The dog who was his best friend and whom he had gotten for his birthday a few years back. He was now eighteen.
Jack came from a wealthy family and went to the best schools, yet he was very alone.
There were no particular friends in his life and he was often picked on at school.
He had an innocent young look with blond tidy hair, always with nice clean clothes. His mother usually dressed him in white pique shirts, white cotton pants and brown leather shoes. Today was no exception.
But Jack was feeling extremely sad today. His only friend, his dog, had just past away this morning.
He sat at the big pine tree in the grass, staring empty out in the air and thinking of his lost friend. Tears welling in his eyes, he felt so alone now.
On the path just behind him, two women came jogging. The parklands have always been popular to joggers.
The women, exhausted from their exercise, dripping with sweat, stopped by a drinking fountain to have a break. They took turns quenching their thirst in the fountain. They decided to go down to the river side to have a rest there. They sat down just a few meters next to Jack who was in his own world right now and didn't notice them.
One of them saw Jack sitting there in his sad state and notified her friend. They couldn't help to see his expensive clothing and tidy appearance and wondered what a boy like him was doing here, in this part of the city.
The Logan parklands are situated in the eastern suburbs, home of many less fortunate souls and criminals. Not actually the best place to be for a boy like him.
But Jack had chosen this spot to get as far away as possible from places were kids from school could see him. Here he was safe from them picking on him.
The two women didn't feel sorry for the poor rich kid sitting there almost weeping; they had never gotten any positive attention from the likes of him before. In fact they despised them, living their large fancy lives with no concern for the rest of the world.
But Amber, as on of them was called, had an idea. Despite that she couldn't care less for the boy, she was curious why he was here and why he was so sad.
She whispered something in Gemma's ear who nodded eagerly almost giggling.
They got up and approached Jack who didn't notice them until they were just in front of him. He looked up wondering what they wanted.
Amber and Gemma looked like they could be in their late twenties maybe early thirties.
Neither were supermodels, but not ugly either. Amber had long carrot red hair in a ponytail; she was wearing a light blue tank top, grey cotton slacks and a pair of old sneakers. Gemma was wearing the same kind of slacks and old running shoes, but had a plain white t shirt on. Her hair was black and reached her shoulders. None of them were fat, but Jack could see they both had a little extra around their waist, more protruding on Amber, whose tank top didn't cover her belly. Both of the women had fairly large breasts and again, more protruding through Amber's top.
They sat down on each side of Jack smiling to him, both well into their act now.
Jack didn't know what to say and was just staring in the ground, a bit scared of the strangers.
He had observed their shirts wet with sweat in front, back and under their arms and assumed they had been working out.
Sitting so close, Jack could sense the smell of their sweaty bodies too. A dirty smell he thought, wanting to get out of there now.
The two women looked at each other smiling. Amber moved closer to Jack while asking him what was wrong, in her most concerned voice. He didn't answer as he had been taught not to speak to strangers. So Gemma moved closer to and in an attempt to calm him down told him to relax and tell them what was bothering him. They both were leaning into him now, trying to look as compassionate as they could. "Poor little boy, you shouldn't sit here all alone and being sad. Let Aunt Amber know what is wrong, son" Amber said.
Although Jack felt uneasy with the two strangers with their sweaty smell and forwardness, he was kind of happy that someone would talk to him. He didn't talk much with other people at all.
Amber and Gemma detected that Jack was less on his toes now, and asked him again.
Jack told them about his dog.
