How times change hey, things go wrong, then right. I wouldn't say I had ever hated her but I certainly didn't like her much. To me she was just a cocky little bitch, Always flirting, always wanting more, more than he could give her anyway, and for that she was never ever on my Christmas card list.
'What goes round comes around,' my all time favourite saying, along with 'You do what you want to do, and I'll do what I want to do!' And I have believed in them from the first day I heard them too. They fit all sizes and applies to every one. You do some one wrong and it will come back on you. Maybe not in the shape of the misdemeanour, but it generally does manifest itself one way or another.
And now mine had come around, like I say I have never liked her from day one really, she acted like a cheap slut at times, but to be honest it was just my own personal feeling and opinion. Maybe I was wrong, I didn't know so I had never let my opinion be known. I kept my own council and I also kept my distance unless I had to be in her company.
Don't get me wrong she is a beautiful young woman, she is about 20 or 21 years old, but she doesn't really know. Eva has brilliant raven hair; it seems to be a deep blue in certain light. It was centred in the middle of her proud head, down past her shoulders. She had an aloofness that I wasn't keen on, she held herself proudly, and I suppose that when you look like she does its an asset. But it added to her allure, and she was an exceptionally alluring woman.
Tall at about 5ft 8 or 9, I wasn't sure, a fabulous body, and no, I have not been privy to it, and neither have I tried to either. (Well I have now, but that will come later) Her face is one that definitely can stop traffic; her lips are full and sensuous. She has high proud tits, large thick pointy nipples, a body to die for, and any man who looks at her would come up with that assumption, it was impossible not to.
I have seen her in a one piece bathing suit and that's the closest I had got. Her legs were like Garbo's pins, terrifically long, smooth and tapered, to dainty feet. She is proud of her upbringing, though how anyone can be proud of being brought up in an orphanage in South America.
She met her future husband who was on a courtesy visit with the Royal Navy, he fell in love, it was his last tour before he got out. He went back and married her, I sometimes wonder if she might have used him to get away from there. And, obtain a British passport, but again its nothing to do with me.
What put me on my guard was her flirting with me. I was mortified, totally embarrassed and couldn't get away from her fast enough. And she did it in front of her new husband Jack junior, my only son! My son saw my discomfort and assured me it was just something she did, no harm was meant by it. She wasn't wayward, he would know, he knew her front to back. I accepted his word but it never stopped me from being wary around her.
But like any normal red bloodied man I did wonder from time to time what she might be like in bed, would her actions complement her beauty. Or was it all show and no dough? I had no idea that I would find out, I never looked for it, I never asked for it. I had no hand or design in anyway to make it happen.
No, they did it all by themselves. I'm Jack senior by the way; Jack my son is 21, nearly 22, What I didn't know was he had been asked to leave the navy before they charged him with acting in a way unbecoming a naval rating. He was into supplying drugs. The navy had found out, and it was either their way or the highway.
He chose the highway, as an ex soldier myself I know the absolute dishonour of that kind of discharge; it can never be escaped from. So Jack signed off with loss of every thing and came home. I am widowed, my lovely wife died 5 years ago from a long illness and although I will never get over my loss I am okay with life now.
I've had one relationship since Emma died, and we had sex but my heart just wasn't in it. So after 3 months I ended it. And this brings me to now, or almost now. My son and his wife Eva were living in a nice apartment in town, I wondered where he got money from, he had a nice car, always had a roll in his pocket..
He would visit once a week and she would come too; I was always polite but a little intimidated by her. She was just too beautiful. She would 'play' mommy and bring goodies with her, her English was pure songbird. She would make us a light meal. Jack and I would pass the time of day.
They would leave and Eva always kissed my cheek, holding herself close to me. Her smell was intoxicating, I would get a twitch too, I'm being honest here okay? I don't think any man wouldn't get a movement being so close to a beautiful sexy woman like her. And as far as I was aware, coming on to me too! Jack would give me a huge smile, he knew the bugger, he knew!
Then a few weeks later the roof fell in. They were at my house when it happened, Jack got a call on his phone, he jumped up and said.
"Dad I'm sorry, I have to go, its urgent, you," he said to Eva, "stay here until I call you okay?" Then he raced out of the house like a whirlwind. I was left there open mouth.
"What the heck was that all about, what's happened?" I said as much to myself as Eva. I went to the door to see him driving like Louis Hamilton down the road. TEva never got a phone call, I tried ringing him, but I got no answer. I stayed up until 2 in the morning. I told Eva to go to bed and I got in my own car and went to his home.
The place was in darkness. I know the code for the building so went in and up the elevator. When I arrived at his door there was blue and white police tape all aross it and police man seemingly on guard duty.
I asked him what had happened, what had happened to Jack, where was he, what's going on, is he alright, has there been an accident, all sorts of questions a concerned parent would ask. His reply to was," who are you sir?"
"I'm Jack's dad, he's my son, Derr! He left my home 6 hours ago and I haven' heard from him since, please tell me where he is?" I was really worried now; I was thinking he was in hospital injured or what ever.
The officer got on his radio, turned his back and spoke into it, I couldn't hear what he said, then he turned back.
"I'm sorry sir, but your son has been taken into custody."
"Custody, why, what for, where is he?"
He told me couldn't tell me anything but where he was. I raced of to get him out of this trouble he was in.
I was greeted in the station by a sergeant who took me into an office, in there were two men who introduced themselves, they were senior police officers. They refused to tell me anything until they had questioned me. I later learned it was because they didn't know if I was involved in Jack's business. I obviously wasn't, but I had to endure two hours of it before they finally told me.
Their last question stunned me completely, "We need to search your house sir, would you agree to that?" I knew saying no would be futile and probably cause more problems. I was in utter shock. I agreed and they and four others followed me home. I was shattered to say the least, and now I was angry, very very angry with Jack.
I went in to find Eva asleep on the sofa, she looked so angelic I hated to wake her.
"Eva," I said, and shook her by the shoulder, she woke groggily, she must have gone to sleep through sheer exhaustion.
"These are police officers, Jack has been arrested on drugs charges, I don't know too much but they seem to do."
They questioned her and told her she would be in serious trouble if they found out she had lied to them. I told her to tell them everything she knew, it didn't matter what it was, tell them, I told her. They seemed satisfied by her answers, but later in the day they would take her to her apartment to show them whatever they might have missed. They searched my home and obviously found nothing, but I was on tenterhooks in case Jack had stashed something with out my knowledge.
