Chapter 1

So, my life was pretty much perfect. I had lots of money from the current job as I was doing as a private detective and lots of sex with different women. I was living the highlife and loving it. Then, something changed my life, and I was not pleased.

It was late afternoon and luckily I was on my own in my house. That was the only bit of luck I had that day. The doorbell went and standing there was my ex-wife Amanda and my son Kyle. Now Kyle and I have always gotten on great, both love football, cars and all the stuff boys love. However,

He was now fourteen and was getting out of hand. I had always told Amanda that she was too soft on him. Anyway, here they were at my door and Amanda pushes Kyle in. “I can’t control him any more so he’s coming to stay with you”. Now, Amanda and I get on fine now, my previous indiscretions seemingly forgiven since she found a new man. But this was not part of any plan I had. “You have got to be kidding me” I blurted out a bit too quickly, Kyle still standing there. Backtracking, I explained that my work involved unsocial hours and that it was not practical for Kyle to live with

me as I could be out working during the night sometimes (although I must admit that my sex life was the first thing on my mind). But she was not interested. As far as she was concerned he had to stay here. No other answer was acceptable.

I made Amanda coffee and she explained everything to me while Kyle watched television. He was definitely getting out of hand and I realised I had to do something. He was getting into fights at school, bullying his little sister and was on the verge of getting suspended from school for the cheek he was giving the teachers. I have a strong sense of what is right or wrong, and this boy needed a firm hand. I agreed to take him on a short term basis but something told me inside that this was not going to be short term and how right I was. Amanda left and gave Kyle a kiss and suddenly it was me and my son living together.

It was Friday night and Kyle and I walked down the road to the chip shop to get our tea. After that we cleaned up and Kyle asked if he could go and see his mates. “No, you and I have to chat. If you are going to live here then you are going to live by my rules”. Kyle said nothing. We sat at the bare kitchen table. “Want to tell me what’s been going on between your mum and you”. “Sorry Dad” was all he could mumble. “Well that’s all well and good but from what you mum’s told me you’ve been well out of order”. Silence from Kyle. “Well it will be different here” I stated authoratively. “I’ll treat you more like an adult and you behave like one”. “Ok” came the response. “So here are the rules. One, you want to live here then you have to do half the work. That means cleaning, cooking, shopping, those are just the basics just for living here. Two, this is my house and you need to respect that. No damage. Three, you respect all our neighbours. I don’t want any complaints from them. Four, you better not get in trouble with the law. I don’t need the hassle, ok”. “Ok” Kyle replied. I continued, “five, my bedroom and the study are out of bounds.

You don’t need to be in there so I’d better not catch you - I’ve got a lot of personal stuff in there. Finally six, I want no bad reports from school and you need to try harder when you are there. If you are struggling, speak to me.” “If you do all that and act like a grown up then I’ll treat you as one.

To be honest, I didn’t know what I would do if he decided to ignore all these rules but I thought I would cross that bridge when I came to it. I was pretty tough with the kid and I wondered if the only reason he was going off the rails a bit was that his mum was being too soft on him and he was ruling the roost back home. I got the feeling he respected my wishes and would be just fine. Time would tell.

One problem still needed addressing and that was my love life. How was I going to keep up all my sexual liaisons with my son roaming about the house. This question dogged me all Friday night and Saturday until I finally decided to meet the dilemma head on. I had said to Kyle that if he acted like an adult I would treat him like one so that’s what I did. After tea, which I showed him how to cook, I told Kyle I wanted to speak to him again. He was all ears. “I said I would treat you like an adult if you acted like one so I want to let you in on a little secret. I have, how should I put it, lots of girlfriends, and some of them like to stay the night quite often”. I waited for a response. A smile covered his face and he was not slow on the uptake. “You mean you fuck a lot of different women”. “Yeh” was my reply. “Go on Dad” he laughed. “There are two things I want you to do Kyle. One, this is our secret. I sure as hell don’t want anyone finding out, especially your mum. So don’t you dare go bragging this around school or anywhere else”. I must have said that very sternly as his face was very serious. “Two, anyone who I invite into this house is a friend of mine and I expect you to be polite and adult, so no sniggering.” I think he got the message.

“Dad, if you are bringing all these women home, can I bring girls back?”

Well I’ve got to say this startled me somewhat, “You’re only fourteen Kyle, but when you’re old enough I’m not going to be a hypocrite.” I half laughed.

“When’s old enough” he pushed.

“I don’t know but I did say that if you act like an adult I’ll treat you like one.”

This seemed to satisfy him. I thought that while we were on the subject I would do the fatherly thing. “You ever had a girlfriend Kyle?” I asked.

“Yeh, Amanda Roberts, but we split up”.

After further pressing I learned that they had gone out for a few weeks and kissed, tongues and all. He seemed very proud that he was the first boy in his class to ‘french’ a girl. I asked him if he masturbated. At first he was taken aback but quickly seemed at ease. “Yeh, sure” he answered. “Well we need to talk birds and bees then” I said. So I told Kyle all he needed to know about girls and boys and to be honest he knew pretty much all of it anyway. I told him to talk to me again if he wanted any help with girls or he got a new girlfriend. He seemed to like the fact we had this conversation.

Soon Kyle and me got into our routine and everything was working out fine. He was doing great around the place and even doing extra jobs for pocket money. I had brought a couple of girls back and Kyle had been the perfect gentleman. One of the girls quipped to me that he was going to be

just like his dad as Kyle stood in the open plan kitchen in nothing but his boxer shorts. He certainly was filling out. “the girls in his class must be all over him she teased him”. Kyle just smiled. I think that’s when I realised he was probably going to be a bit of a natural with girls, just like his dad. Kyle was quite tall for his age, sandy blonde hair which was a bit ruffled, and a slim but slightly muscular build. Perhaps I could give him the benefit of all my wisdom as to how to get into girls panties.