half way down her back. Her face, chin and neck were stunningly toned with high cheekbones and flawless model like makeup. Her eyes fascinated Tom and his gaze alternated between her full soft voluptuous glossy lips, which seemed to glide bewitchingly as she spoke, and the smooth tanned cleavage trying to escape from within her blouse with every breath. He found himself having very sexy thoughts. It had been a long time since he had experienced such an overwhelming attraction to a woman.
Tom was a man who always liked to be and tried to feel, totally in control. However, the feeling of such immense attraction and sexual interest was something that he thought had died within him some time ago. He felt uneasy with such newly discovered sentiments. Since his divorce from Helen, he had buried himself entirely in his work showing little interest in any sort of female relationship. Like a majority of men, he liked to cast an interested glance at a beautiful woman in the hope that the compliment would be returned but mentally felt that he was past being of interest to anyone. This was one part of his judgement that had totally let him down, he was a very handsome and popular man with a pleasant and kind nature. Many single and divorced women who worked within Brampton Police Station had desires to get to know him better and spend some private quality time with him. To them, too often, he seemed stand-offish and totally disinterested due to his preoccupation with work. He had been and still was very much in love with Helen but knew that it was a Chapter of his life that was closed forever. She was now very happily re-married and barely kept in touch except for matters relating to the children. He had met Helen when they were both 18 and they were married at 21. Their relationship/marriage over 25 years had produced two fine children. Sam (short for Samantha), now 18 years old, still at school, just finishing ‘A’ levels and Jake, now 20 who had a Junior Consultants job with a marketing company of which his stepfather was Operations Director. He rarely saw them as he didn’t like to interfere. Their stepfather was a good man and treated them well so he thought it best to take a back seat and watch their progress from a distance. Something which suited both Helen and her new husband. Tom wished he could have kept his family together, he was so proud of his children but due to the demands on his time and emotions the police force had ruined any prospect of the marriage surviving. Helen had simply had enough of coping totally on her own and only seeing her husband when the job permitted, which was a rarity.
CHAPTER 6
Mrs Peterson sighed, “Right, gentlemen.” She spoke as if commencing a board meeting, “How do you take your coffee?”
Tom’s imagination ran wild again. In bed naked next to you, he thought to himself.
Both asked for black with two sugars. Jasper was anxiously sniffing Tom’s legs and putting his front paws up onto his lap looking for attention.
“Jackie did you get that?”
“Yes Mrs P, kettle’s on.”
“When you’ve made the coffee perhaps you could take Jasper for a long walk as he’s being a bit of a nuisance and won’t leave poor Mr Lancaster alone.”
“Please call me Tom. He’s a fine specimen Mrs Peterson, I have a black Labrador myself called Misty, they make wonderful companions don’t they?”
“Yes Tom, but he’s a little boisterous for my liking at times. Now, how am I going to find my husband Tom? I need to know he’s okay. I have been worried sick, I’m on sleeping pills, my life is a mass of worry. I’m so concerned that something awful has happened to him, he always stays in touch when he goes away.” Tom detected a slight distressed tremble in her voice.
Dave Sweeting, also smitten by her looks, softness and femininity, had been studying her demeanour and his first impression was that she appeared very composed for someone who was desperately worried about her
Tom was a man who always liked to be and tried to feel, totally in control. However, the feeling of such immense attraction and sexual interest was something that he thought had died within him some time ago. He felt uneasy with such newly discovered sentiments. Since his divorce from Helen, he had buried himself entirely in his work showing little interest in any sort of female relationship. Like a majority of men, he liked to cast an interested glance at a beautiful woman in the hope that the compliment would be returned but mentally felt that he was past being of interest to anyone. This was one part of his judgement that had totally let him down, he was a very handsome and popular man with a pleasant and kind nature. Many single and divorced women who worked within Brampton Police Station had desires to get to know him better and spend some private quality time with him. To them, too often, he seemed stand-offish and totally disinterested due to his preoccupation with work. He had been and still was very much in love with Helen but knew that it was a Chapter of his life that was closed forever. She was now very happily re-married and barely kept in touch except for matters relating to the children. He had met Helen when they were both 18 and they were married at 21. Their relationship/marriage over 25 years had produced two fine children. Sam (short for Samantha), now 18 years old, still at school, just finishing ‘A’ levels and Jake, now 20 who had a Junior Consultants job with a marketing company of which his stepfather was Operations Director. He rarely saw them as he didn’t like to interfere. Their stepfather was a good man and treated them well so he thought it best to take a back seat and watch their progress from a distance. Something which suited both Helen and her new husband. Tom wished he could have kept his family together, he was so proud of his children but due to the demands on his time and emotions the police force had ruined any prospect of the marriage surviving. Helen had simply had enough of coping totally on her own and only seeing her husband when the job permitted, which was a rarity.
CHAPTER 6
Mrs Peterson sighed, “Right, gentlemen.” She spoke as if commencing a board meeting, “How do you take your coffee?”
Tom’s imagination ran wild again. In bed naked next to you, he thought to himself.
Both asked for black with two sugars. Jasper was anxiously sniffing Tom’s legs and putting his front paws up onto his lap looking for attention.
“Jackie did you get that?”
“Yes Mrs P, kettle’s on.”
“When you’ve made the coffee perhaps you could take Jasper for a long walk as he’s being a bit of a nuisance and won’t leave poor Mr Lancaster alone.”
“Please call me Tom. He’s a fine specimen Mrs Peterson, I have a black Labrador myself called Misty, they make wonderful companions don’t they?”
“Yes Tom, but he’s a little boisterous for my liking at times. Now, how am I going to find my husband Tom? I need to know he’s okay. I have been worried sick, I’m on sleeping pills, my life is a mass of worry. I’m so concerned that something awful has happened to him, he always stays in touch when he goes away.” Tom detected a slight distressed tremble in her voice.
Dave Sweeting, also smitten by her looks, softness and femininity, had been studying her demeanour and his first impression was that she appeared very composed for someone who was desperately worried about her
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