Chapter 3

The following week was boring for me with no Stacey around, so I immersed myself in work. I got to the office early every morning and worked late into the evening. I got home late on that Friday evening, had a microwave meal and a couple of beers before heading to bed. I could smell Stacey’s perfume on my pillows, and I had a crafty wank thinking about the fun we had had before falling asleep whilst reading.

The next day I got up and headed into town, the kitchen cupboards were bare, so I headed down to a big supermarket in town and stocked up with food, beer, wine, and a couple of new CDs.

I drove home listening to the local radio and wondering what do to with myself.

After unpacking my purchases, I walked down to the local pub and had a ploughman’s lunch and a couple of beers before heading home. An afternoon of Saturday sports on television was planned!

I guess I must have dozed off while watching the television, as the doorbell ringing woke me and when I looked at the clock it was eight o’clock in the evening. I opened the front door and to be met by a gorgeous blonde lady. She had been crying but she still looked gorgeous.

Her makeup, what there was, was streaked and her eyes were puffy.

“Hi, I am so sorry to trouble you but are you Zak?” she asked her voice full of panic.

“Yes, I am, and you are?” I asked as I looked at her, I knew I did not need to ask.

She was Stacey in twenty years; mother and daughter looked so alike. Yes, she was older and had a few more curves but she was beautiful. I know it is a cliché, but Stacey’s mom had got it going on.

“You work with my daughter, Stacey,” she said. My head was in bits, had she found out about us, was she here to fire a rocket up my arse. Stacey was over the age of consent, but I was sure I was about to suffer the wrath of her mother. My nerves where gangling and my mouth went dry.

“Yes ... yes, I do,” I said unsure what to do or say for the best.

“Well, you know she is in Spain?” she stuttered.

“Yes of course,” and my nerves started to jangle.

“Of course, you do you drive her to work, “she said, and tears ran down her face, “I am sorry, but my head is in bits!”

“That’s fine, please just take your time and tell me what happened,” I said trying to add a reassuring tone to my voice.

“She called me, she’s in trouble and she said you might be able to help,” She said, and tears welled up in her eye’s sexy blue eyes.

I ushered her inside and did the typically English thing of putting the kettle on. My mind was in bits, I was so worried about what had happened to Stacey, but I needed to play it cool.

“Would you prefer a cup of tea or a coffee?” I asked at the same time giving Stacey’s mom another once over, she was a fit-looking bird.

“Can I have a cup of Tea please milk no sugar and my name is Sarah, by the way, “she said as she looked around my kitchen.

“This is a nice place,” she said as she looked around,

“It’s rented by the company that I work for, “I told her

“Still its s nice place” she said and used the tissues to wipe away the tears that were running down her face.

“Please sit down and tell me what’s happened?” I said, she sat down at the kitchen table while I made the tea and then I sat opposite her.

“So, Stacey and Emma had their room broken into and all their valuables were stolen, phones, money etc, “she said sniffing, “Their passports were in the hotel safe, with their return tickets thank God!”

“That’s terrible” I replied. Anger welled up inside me, but I tried to keep it hidden, how could this happen.

“Yes, they had gone down to the hotel pool and thought the stuff would be okay for a couple of hours” she sniffed.

“Fuck ... so what can I do to help, “I said, trying not to show my true feelings about Stacey

“To be blunt they need some money to live on and I haven’t got any, Emma’s mom and dad are in the USA on holiday and I can’t get in touch with them, and I didn’t know who else to turn to “and with that, she started to cry again, her body shaking and tears rolling down her cheeks.

I knelt next to her and took her in my arms. She sobbed into my shoulder as I stroked her back. I felt a twitch in my boxers, but I knew it was neither the time nor the place.

“Look, Sarah, we can sort this out,” I said as she cried, I could feel my shirt getting wet.

“They can’t change their flights and they don’t have any money to live on,” she said., “They are in bits, they don’t know what to do and nor do I!”

“That fine, we can sort this out,” I said, standing up. I passed Sarah some tissues, and she wiped her face. “We can get some cash for them I am sure!”

“I am so sorry to drop this on you, but Stacey said you were a good mate, and you might be able to help” she sobbed.

“It’s cool, let’s get them some cash to live on” I said with a smile.

So, Sarah drank her tea and I fired up my laptop. A bit of work on Google told me how I could get money for her. I logged onto my internet banking system and checked I had enough cash in my current account before logging onto a Western Union website and setting up an account.

Then I searched for the hotel that they were booked into and found that there was a western union office a few streets away. I transferred a few hundred quid into the account and gave Stacey access. She would just need to show her passport to extract the cash.

“How do we make contact with her?” I asked and Sarah passed me a piece of paper with a telephone number and room number. I called the hotel and was put through to Stacey and Emma’s room.

Stacey answered and she was in a right state, I calmed her down and told her that I had transferred some cash to the western union office and gave her the address. It was hard talking to her with put giving away my true feelings. I had to be very guarded with what I said, and how I said things. She thanked me and I passed her to her mom. They chatted for a few minutes and I made Sarah and myself some fresh tea.

When Sarah finally put the phone down, the relief was evident on her face, and she walked across the kitchen and gave me a huge hug. I held her for a few seconds as she felt good in my arms. Her tits felt good squashed against my chest. She had bigger boobs than her daughter, but they were just as nice.

“Zak, you are a good bloke,” she said as she stepped away from me, bless her if she knew what was going through my mind, she would not have said that.

We sat down and drank our tea, and half an hour later she looked at the kitchen clock and told me it was time she got home. She bid me goodnight and with a peck on the cheek, she was gone.

I went to bed later that night and had a crafty wank thinking about Stacey’s mom and her big titties.

The following morning, I had breakfast and did the housework. There was cricket on the radio, so I took that and a cup of tea into the back garden and sat in the sun for an afternoon of chilling. The doorbell rang and I walked around to the side gate. Sarah was standing at my front door.

“Hello there,” I said. She looked amazing, her hair was tied up into a ponytail and she was wearing a short denim skirt that showed off her strong tanned sexy legs and a blouse that showed off the curves of her breasts. She fair took my breath and I immediately envied the lad that got to be with Stacey in twenty years.

“Hi Zak” she replied, “I just wanted to say thank you and to give you this”

She had a cake tin in her hands.

“Well please come in, “I said and ushered her through to the back garden.

She passed me the cake tin, I looked inside, and it was obviously a homemade fruitcake and it looked delicious.

“I am sorry I don’t get paid for another couple of weeks but as soon as I do, I will pay you back what we owe you, I promise, “she said and gave me an apologetic smile.