"Thomas, I'm so pleased you could make it."
The elderly solicitor came from behind his desk and gripped my hand,
"Sit down dear boy, please sit down."
John Smithson had been a part of my life for as long as I'd had a life, I was eighteen years old and a household name ever since I'd written a song two years previously and made a complete pain of myself by pestering every record company in London, none of them would even listen to it, much less buy it so drastic action was called for and it had been old John who'd ridden to my rescue.
He'd shown interest when everyone else had only shown ignorance, he'd walked with me round the local pubs listening to all the groups, most of whom were fucking awful.
It had been John who's spotted the talent of Billy, the lad who I chose to be the drummer for the one time group that I'd planned, I wanted to record my song with musicians of my own choosing, pay them a flat fee and then send them on their way.
It took us a month to find the others, Jimmy the lead guitarist, Lenny the rhythm guitarist and his brother crazy Pete who was a genius on the bass guitar.
It had been John who warned me that my trust fund wasn't bottomless, although it was index linked as a guard against rampant inflation,
"I'm going to have to do some creative accounting Thomas" he laughed as we sat enjoying a well earned drink after the recording session, "We've got through a whole year's allowance in just three months."
"Don't worry Mister Smithson" I was high with pleasure, the song was still running through my brain, the session had gone better than either of us had hoped, just six takes and it was in the bag, "We'll make millions, I promise you."
"We did!" Thanks to me pestering disc jockeys, it was given air time and a month to the day of the recording session, it entered the charts at number twenty eight, the following week, thanks to it's continued exposure, it went to number three and then, Hey Presto, the very next week, I had a number one hit on my hands, it went to number one in America, Japan, Russia, Germany, Denmark, Sweden, you name it, it was massive, a huge hit and an even bigger earner than I had ever imagined, I was just sixteen years old!
"Have you cleared your diary Thomas?" he asked me as I sat down and waited.
"Right" he made a pyramid of his fingers and touched his forefingers to his lips, the way he always did when he was thinking, "I'd like you to hear me out before making any comment."
I nodded, "Ok."
"As you already know, you are the product of a wealthy man taking advantage of a young and vulnerable girl who's mother was in the employ of your father's family, I feel for you Thomas that you've never met your father, but those are his wishes, so I have to respect them and I fear you never will meet him."
He reached for the intercom and ordered two coffees and looked unfavourably at me as I lit a cigarette,
"They'll kill you one day you know."
The lovely Joan, his secretary bought in our coffees, just a hint of a smile in her eyes betrayed the fact that she'd left me in her bed that morning when she got up to go to work, her face didn't alter even when I stroked her thigh, unseen of course by John,
"There you are gentlemen" she said briskly, "Will there be anything else sir?"
"No thank you Joan" and we waited until she closed the door behind her delectable frame,
"Now where was I? oh yes, well as you know you've always been well provided for, as has your mother and although you've never known your mother either, I can tell you that I've been in constant touch with her for the last seventeen years."
My ears pricked up and I sat up in the chair, "Has she been here?"
"She's often sat in that very chair Thomas," he smiled, "And I can tell you that she is a delightful young lady."
He consulted some papers and then looked at me above his glasses,
"Your father has asked me to tell you now that you're eighteenth birthday is tomorrow" he hesitated, "He's asked me to tell you that she was just eleven years old when you were conceived!"
"He nodded, "Yes, eleven."
He waited again as I blew my nose and sipped my coffee, "Jesus Christ."
"Exactly Thomas" he said softly, "Your mother has been here at least once a month since she came of age and every month she has asked the same question, how is Thomas?"
"So why hasn't she been to see me?"
"Because your father had forbidden it Thomas, it was made clear to her that if she tried to contact you before your eighteenth birthday, her allowance as well as yours would cease to be paid immediately."
"But why, why do that, it doesn't make sense."
"It doesn't have to make sense, it was his wish, his demand if you like Thomas, as you know, I'm retiring tomorrow and my last job will be to hand over everything I have for you and your mother."
He smiled again,
"You have a choice Thomas, you can meet her here in my office, I would leave you both alone of course, or I can give you her address, I should inform you that I've already asked your mother the same question."
"What did she say?" I was wildly excited, I was actually going to meet my mother,
"I need your answer first Thomas."
"I think I'd like to meet her at her home."
Yet again, the kindly old man smiled, "That was her answer too."
It was a lot to take in, a hell of a lot had happened recently, at sixteen I'd left yet another pair of foster parents, the last in a long line of nice, caring people who'd had their care thrown back in their faces by a wild youth with a chip on each shoulder, I got a nice little flat where I loved to surf the internet and I'd earned myself millions of pounds by writing one song, but this put them all in the shade, I was actually going to meet my mother!
"Right Thomas" he said and held out his hand, "I'll see you tomorrow, oh and by the way" he grinned again, "We've finished for the day so you may as well take Joan somewhere nice this afternoon!"
The somewhere nice turned out to be a pub round the corner from her Kensington flat where we ate a beautifully done steak washed down with copious quantities of red wine and continued with more red wine in her flat afterwards.
Joan wasn't in the least bit surprised when I asked her what my mother was like,
"I knew you'd ask that Tommy" she smiled, "I'm not supposed to tell you, but after tomorrow it won't really matter will it?"
"What will you do?"
"Take a holiday Tommy" she laughed, "John has been really good to me over my redundancy pay, "He's given me a more than generous pay off, so I'm going on a cruise, it's all booked and I leave in two weeks time, six weeks in the sun, I can hardly wait."
"Tell me about my mother Joan."
"Let's take our drinks out onto the balcony, I like to sit out there at night."
She'd changed into a white silk housecoat that clung to her like a second skin, I could just about make out the shape of a thong beneath it as she walked in front of me out to the balcony,
"You're looking at my bottom" she giggled and I laughed with her, "It's a very nice bottom Joan, but please, I want to know about my mother."
She leaned back against the wrought iron railings surrounding the balcony,
"She's beautiful Tommy, a really beautiful lady, you know she's only twenty nine don't you?"
"Yes" I nodded, "He told me."
"I'm going to tell you something now Tommy, I've been agonizing over it for a long time and so has your mother."
"Go on then" I poured out some more wine and handed a glass to her,
"She's been here many times Tommy."
"Here, in this flat?"
"In my bed Tommy" she drained her glass, "We were lovers."
I sat down quickly in case my legs gave way, I could hardly believe what she was telling me!
"We never intended it to happen Tommy, we really didn't."
"So she's a lesbian?"
"No she's not a bloody lesbian" her eyes blazed with anger, "What a bloody stupid thing to say, would you call me a lesbian too?"
"But bloody nothing Tommy, I really thought you were more mature than that, she was twenty seven and hurting Tommy, have you the faintest idea just how much it was hurting her? Every time she went to John's office, she knew you'd been there, every time she picked a newspaper up, your face looked out at her, in her house she's got a whole room decorated with pictures of you, she even wrote to you under a false name asking for a signed photograph, you sent her one and she cried Tommy, she actually bloody cried."
Reaching down to fill her glass up again, her breasts almost came free of the silk and she giggled,
"Now you're looking at my boobs."
"Take that robe off, let me look at you."
Her outburst forgotten, she shrugged off her robe and stood, hands on hips smiling at me,
"You like?" she laughed and I growled, "I like Joan, you know I do."
"So you don't really mind about me and your mum being friends?"
"No not really, in fact I'm pleased that you made her happy."
"I certainly did Tommy" she smiled and eased both breasts up over the cups of her lacy bra, "But it was a two way thing you know, she made me happy too."
Hearing that made me quite happy too, I was fond of Joan, she'd once confided in me that she'd never married because she'd spent her whole working life with John and had been his lover for over twenty years, she was in her late forties now and still a very sexy and self assured lady.
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