Chapter 47

• I’d seen her sometimes in the supermarket, and my Mom had once pointed her out as the wife of one of the directors at the company for which my Dad worked as a storeman. Although I guessed that she was in her late forties or so, I found my admiring gaze drawn to her each time.
• I was eighteen years old and, due to my shyness, was still a virgin, though I didn’t admit it to my friends. To a eighteen-year old virgin, she was intriguing and arousing: she oozed class, but with a hint of teasing, she was more than twice my age and, as if that were not enough, she was married. I sometimes fantasised about her. I wondered how many times she had had sex. I knew how many times I had done so.
• She was slim, well-toned, and although she was of average height her slim build made her legs look long. Her breasts were ripe, and jigged alluringly but subtly as she walked. I wondered whether in fact she selected her bra to allow for some movement, though. It was appealing to think that she dressed to catch men’s attention, however unlikely it seemed, given the classiness that she exuded. Her dress sense spoke rather of a woman who was confident in herself – and in her appearance.