Chapter 2

Young fifteen-year-old Robert Turner arrived home from boarding school for the summer holidays. He was glad to be back home. He hated the boarding school his mother, Lady Lucy Turner, had sent him to. He hated the school, the teachers, the other pupils—everything about it. He dropped his bags on the entrance hall floor and looked for his mother. Stopping at the large mirror on the wall, he looked at his reflection. Blonde hair like his mother and a face and build like his father. Now, he was taller and more grown-up-looking. Almost a young man, he turned and walked off into the house.

Young Robert found his mother, Lady Lucy Turner, in the library, reviewing paperwork that looked like the household accounts.

‘Hello, Mum.’ Robert said

‘Robert! When did you get back?’ Lady Lucy cried out in surprise.

‘Just now, I got a taxi from the station.’

‘You should have phoned. I would have sent someone with the car.’ Lady Lucy said.

‘I am here now.’ Robert said flatly.

‘How long are you home for?’ She asked him.

‘For the summer! Why are you going to send me away again?’ He asked in a sullen tone.

‘No, I am not. Now go to your room. I will speak to you later!’ Lady Lucy told him.

Robert stomped off upstairs to his room. He hated his mother. He hated that his father had died of a heart attack this year. He hated his life and everyone else.

Lady Lucy Turner sat contemplating the return of her teenage son from boarding school. He was going to be a huge problem this summer, so perhaps she should send him away to a summer camp or something. She was his mother, but he took after his father far too much, which made Lady Lucy angry thinking about Robert.

She picked up the phone on the desk and dialled the number of her new partner, David Squires. The number rang out, and she left a message for him to call her back as soon as he could.

‘David Squires will sort you out, my boy.’ Lady Lucy said under her breath. She picked up her phone and dialled David’s number. It rang, and he picked up almost immediately.

‘David, how are you?’

David replied he was fine and asked what he could do for her.

‘I need your help with something.’ She replied.

‘What can I do for my lady?’ He said with a smile on his face.

‘My teenage son, Robert, has just arrived home from boarding school, and he is a bloody nightmare. Can you come over and help me deal with him.’ Lucy asked him.

‘I’ll be there in about an hour. Love you.’ Said David.

‘Love you too, bye.’ She said and hung up.

Lucy went down to the kitchen and found Mrs Doyle, the Turner family housekeeper.

‘Morning, your ladyship, what can I do for you?’ Mrs. Doyle asked.

‘Robert has just arrived back home from school.’ Lady Lucy told her.

Mrs Doyle’s face darkened, and she muttered something under her breath.

‘I have sent him to his room for now. Can you get someone to pick up his bags, make some sandwiches, and take them to him in his room? I don’t want him around the house.’ Lucy told Mrs Doyle.

‘Certainly, Lady Lucy, I’ll get onto it right away. Angus, the young gardener, can get the bags.’

‘Thank you, Mrs. Doyle.’

‘Will Robert stay for long?’ Mrs. Doyle asked.

‘The summer, maybe. I’m not sure yet.’ Lucy replied.

Mrs. Doyle knew everything that went on in the Turner household. She had worked for the family for years before Lady Lucy married the late Lord Turner. She knew all the family secrets and about Lord Robert’s abuse of his wife and son. Lord Robert maltreated everyone and was a disgrace to man and beast alike. Lord Robert was a beast of man.

Young Robert had grown up under the destructive influence of his late father, so his return to the Turner family home was not good news to Mrs. Doyle.

David Squires arrived in his classic blue sports car just over an hour later. Lady Lucy met him at the door with her was a teenage boy with blonde hair, whom David presumed to be Lady Lucy’s son, Robert.

Lady Lucy wore a fashionable Scottish tweed jacket and skirt, a white blouse, and a tartan scarf around her neck. Perfect Scottish Country House style.

‘Lady Lucy, how nice to see you.’ He greeted her and kissed her on the cheek.

‘You must be young, Robert.’ David said, shaking the boy’s hand firmly.

David wanted to establish his position as the older and more powerful man. Lady Lucy had told him all about young Robert’s behaviour. David needed to be the ‘Top Dog’ between the boy and himself.

‘Do you like my car?’ David asked Robert.

Robert was a little sullen, but seeing David’s classic sports car brightened his mood.

‘Want to sit in it? Try it out?’ Suggested David.

‘Sure.’ Replied Robert.

David handed him the keys and let him climb into the car and sit in the driver’s seat.

Lucy watched her son and David together. She was impressed by how David interested Robert in the car and changed his mood.

‘Thanks for this.’ She whispered to David.

He turned and winked at her, then went to the car and suggested to Robert that they take it for a ‘spin’ up and down the driveway.

‘Can I?’

‘Sure, you look old enough to drive my Little Betty.’ Said David.

‘Little Betty?’ Robert asked, confused.

‘That is what I call her, my Little Betty Blue.’ Explained David.

Robert started the engine and began to drive the car along the driveway. He turned the car around at the end and drove it back to the front door.

‘That was great!’ Robert exclaimed with a big smile on his face.

Lady Lucy watched in amazement at how well David handled the situation with Robert. She smiled, and together, all three went into the house.

‘How about a drink?’ She asked as they went into the sitting room.

‘Sure, two beers, please!’ David asked.

‘Two?’ Lucy questioned his request.

‘Yes. One for me and one for my driver, Robert.’ David said with a wink from one eye.

‘Two beers it is then.’ Lady Lucy agreed.

Robert grinned like a Cheshire cat.

Lucy made herself a vodka cocktail and sipped it while the three of them chatted. They seemed to get along very well.

After the first drink, David poured another round of drinks for the three of them: two small beers for himself and Robert and a much more potent cocktail for Lady Lucy. David also slipped in a small white pill called a Quince. Many people used the pill to relax when they meditated or did yoga. People could also use it to spike drinks in bars, which David had now done to Lady Lucy. He offered her the cocktail, and she sipped it from the glass.

‘Mmm, nice.’ She said.

It would take about five minutes for the first effects of the Quince pill to become apparent. David observed Lady Lucy for the first few indications that she was succumbing to the drug.

Young Robert had no idea about what David had just done. He drank his beer and enjoyed being in the company of David and his mother. For the first time in a long while, Robert felt good about himself and the world in general. He thought David was a great guy, and even his mother seemed more pleasant towards him.

After fifteen minutes, the Quince pill had begun to work its magic on Lady Lucy. She began to sway a little from side to side and had a constant smile on her face.

‘These cocktails are delicious.’ She remarked.

‘Would you like another one?’ David asked her.

‘Yes, please, handsome sir.’ She replied with a giggle.

Again, David mixed her a cocktail and dropped a second white Quince pill into her drink. He also gave refilled Roberts a small beer glass.

David’s scheme was working on both of them. Young Robert was becoming happier and more pleasant, and Lady Lucy was becoming tipsy with her cocktails spiked with Quince. David kept up a lively conversation as he slowly and steadily manipulated both mother and son into having very interesting and erotic afternoon fun with him.

Lucy laughed out loud at one of David’s jokes, and her tweed skirt shifted upwards, exposing her stocking tops and garter belt clips.

Robert, her son, noticed this and smiled as he enjoyed the view of his mother’s sexy stocking-clad legs. David also saw Lady Lucy’s more exaggerated behaviour. He thought to himself that it would only be a short while before the mixture of the alcoholic cocktails and the white Quince pills reacted together and made her easy to manipulate into some compromising behaviour.

Lady Lucy dropped her cocktail glass onto the carpet and sat back in her chair.

‘Oh, I feel a bit woozy woozy.’ She said.

David now stepped forward, lifted her from the chair, and asked young Robert to help him take his mother upstairs to her bedroom. They took one arm each and slowly guided her out of the room and up the staircase.

Just then, Mrs Doyle appeared and saw them all on the stairs.

‘What’s happened to her Ladyship?’ She asked.

David stopped halfway up the stairs and explained that Lady Lucy had one too many cocktails and that they were taking her upstairs to her room.

‘Can I help?’ Asked Mrs Doyle.

‘Come along if you like.’ David replied

David and Robert then continued helping Lady Lucy up to her room.

Getting her up the stairs and along the hall to her bedroom took a while. Her bedroom was like a suite, with a sitting room, bedroom, walk-in wardrobe, and private bathroom. It was decorated in pale blue colours with tartan curtains and fabrics. They laid Lady Lucy onto the bed and then stood back.

‘We can manage from here on, Mrs Doyle; thanks for your help.’ David said.

Mrs Doyle stood for a moment before she turned to leave. She closed the bedroom door almost all the way, leaving just a tiny gap. She stopped in the hall, peeked back through the gap, and watched what happened in the reflection of a large mirror on the bedroom wall.

Inside the bedroom, David went over to Lady Lucy, who was lying on the bed, and he began to take off her tweed jacket.

‘Help me here, will you, Robert?’ He asked.

Robert was looking at some of the new paintings on his mother’s bedroom walls. There were several nude portraits of women. When he looked closer at the face of the woman, he recognised the face of his mother. It was his mother in every one of the nude portraits.

David was struggling to remove Lady Lucy’s jacket.

‘Robert, give me a hand over here.’ David asked.

Robert came over, and they both managed to get her arms out of the sleeves of her tweed jacket.

Robert then asked David if he was the artist who painted the nudes of his mother.

‘Yes, I did. Do you like them?’ Asked David.

‘Yes.’ That was all that Robert said.

‘Look at the one over there leading to the bathroom.’ David suggested.

Robert went over to look at the painting. It was of his mother again, standing with one leg up on a chaise longue, holding a cocktail glass. She was naked, apart from black stockings and a garter belt. The portrait was almost pornographic in style in comparison with the other paintings, which were just more semi-erotic.

Meanwhile, David had pulled off Lady Lucy’s tweed skirt. Then he unbuttoned her white blouse and removed that, too, leaving her in her pale purple lingerie bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings.