Chapter 3

The full enormity of what the repercussions might have been, might still be, didn’t hit me until I was safely ensconced in my own four walls and I had time to worry about it. The shakes hit me hard as I filled the kettle. I chose decaf for a change. Lynda had preferred it whereas I craved a caffeine hit, yet I still kept a stock of decaf. Like the exercise bike, occasionally drinking decaf somehow made me feel Lynda was more than just a memory.

I don’t know how I made it through the rest of the day. I couldn’t even tell you what I had to eat. The possibility that I might still end up on the sex offenders register scared me that much. But the next morning I woke up with a purpose.

After breakfast I telephoned Morgan Whitely and Partners and asked how soon I could have an appointment to see Eddie Pargeter. The receptionist said I could see another solicitor that morning but Eddie had a full schedule. I told her that I had a sensitive problem I needed help with and it would be easier with someone who I knew and trusted. She grudgingly booked me an appointment with him for late afternoon.

The rest of the day was surprisingly normal considering how close my life was to falling off a cliff. I replayed the blowjob in my mind. Lynda had given me blowjobs as an occasional treat, for my birthday for example. But I could tell she didn’t really like giving them so I didn’t really enjoy them. They certainly never made me cum as spectacularly as the blowjob in the shopping centre. I had to have a copy of that video.

Since I would be consulting my solicitor in his office, I changed into my suit before leaving home.

Morgan Whitely and Partners occupied the fourth and fifth floors of a modern tower block. As I entered the block’s lobby I noticed from the wall-mounted building directory that a couple of upper floors were still available to let. I caught the lift to the fourth floor and notified the receptionist of my arrival. I was shown into Eddie’s office at 5pm.

“Hi John,” said Eddie as we shook hands. “How’s it been?”

“Could have been better.” No point in sugar-coating it. “I miss Lynda terribly and I still haven’t found another job in the same line of work.”

Eddie nodded sympathetically. “What can I do for you today? I don’t usually see clients this late but Vanessa said it sounded urgent.”

“I have a very strange problem that you’re going to find hard to believe, but corroborating evidence should reach you in the post in a day or two.”

I then proceeded to tell Eddie about my two encounters with the girl, although I tried to make the descriptions cold and scientific. I explained about being caught by the two security guards, and the outcome of my meeting with the shopping centre’s security manager. “The report and video should confirm my story. I’m worried about what the Head Office will do. They might still take action despite my being the victim,” I concluded.

“You’re absolutely right,” said Eddie. “From most people, a story like that would make me think they were perverts trying to pull the wool over my eyes. But legal firms are mercenary and we keep a couple of bottom-feeders in the basement who would have taken your case no matter how guilty we thought you were.

“But since I know you well enough to trust you and you say corroborating evidence should arrive in the post, I’m prepared to represent you personally at my usual rate. Although, if the shopping centre’s Head Office decide to press charges, I may have to consult with the bottom-feeders for their advice on how to proceed. I’d try to keep your name out of it of course.”

“Thank you,” I said with relief, as I hadn’t realised there had been any possibility that Eddie might decline to represent me.

“As for the girl, it sounds as though there’s nothing anyone can do since there’s no physical evidence, unless you seek advice from experts in the supernatural,” said Eddie. “And there’s no point in my advising you to never go anywhere in public alone, since I know that’s virtually impossible for you in your current circumstances. I don’t think there’s anything I can do until I receive the report and video from the security manager, so let’s leave it at that and I’ll get in touch when I receive them.”

“Thank you,” I said gratefully. Then as I was getting up to leave, I nonchalantly asked, “By the way, is there any chance of my getting a copy of the report and video?”

“I don’t see why not,” said Eddie.

After leaving Eddie’s office, I was satisfied at how it had gone. I had someone to represent me and I would get the copy of the video that I craved. I was in such a good mood I decided to take the stairs back down to the lobby.

I pushed through the door into the stairwell, descended as far as the half-landing between the third and fourth floors then turned to descend to the third floor. Strong, large, unseen hands grabbed me and held me immobile.

“We were so rudely interrupted yesterday,” said the familiar melodious, unaccented voice.

How had she found me? I tried to ask but I wasn’t allowed to speak. I was. however, allowed to look up and there she was, in the familiar yellow and white sun dress, standing on the stairs above me.

“Follow me,” she instructed.

I was frogmarched back up the stairs to the fourth floor, then forced to follow the girl as she ascended upwards. From below and behind, I got a got a good view of her nicely toned calves and hints of an equally alluring rear; not large, but nicely shaped and firm. I thought the unthinkable: Lynda had never offered anal sex and I had never asked, but the sight of the girl’s rear made me wonder what it would be like.

I was forced to follow the girl upwards until we reached the seventh floor. I remembered it as being available to let from the directory in the lobby. The girl walked up to the door and half passed through it as though it wasn’t there. As she waited for me, the firm hands forced me towards the door. I closed my eyes, expecting hard contact. After feeling a momentary disorientation, I opened my eyes and found that I had passed through the solid door without it having been opened, and I was now with the girl in a nice, newly furnished reception area. Perhaps tenants had been found to rent the floor and they were close to moving in. There was no clue as to their identity though.