Chapter 11

Mr Patel was only too pleased to accept mum's promise that Jill would make a good and trustworthy tenant and he surprised us further.

"We will see what the lady is like first, but if my son say she good lady and no trouble, he will probably ask her to work in his shop, as he needs an assistant full time!"

That was brilliant news, I felt mum's hand squeezing mine as I asked for a bottle of vodka, a large bottle of coke and six cans of lager.

"I am think that you drink such a lot since your beautiful lady mother come home, no?"

"No, er I mean yes, well I'm on holiday Mr Patel, so I don't have to get up in the morning"

"Ah well that is were you're being wrong" he smiled and breathed yesterday's garlic all over me,

"My son wants to open a fresh vegetable section in his shop after I am showing him your wonderful produce"

"Oh great" I said and wondered if perhaps I'd got a tiger by the tail,

"Starting when?"

"Well he is wanting to begin selling tomorrow of course and I said he can pick these up tomorrow when he passes by on his way to London"

He passed me a list, nearly as long as my arm.

Dreading the answer, I said gingerly,

"Ok, that'll be fine, what time will that be Mr Patel?"

"Oh it will be exactly half past thirty minutes after six of the clock" he beamed at me, showing half the gold in England in his smile.

Behind me mum giggled as I fought against the tears rising,

"Half past six?"

"Yes"

"In the morning?"

"Yes" he said and looked at me in pity, "He sells newspapers too and has to be there early isn't it?"

"Is it? I mean does he?"

"Oh dear, oh dear Tommy, I am thinking that you are tired, perhaps your beautiful lady mother should make sure you have an early night tonight to make sure you are getting up early tomorrow"

"I will Mr Patel" She smiled sweetly at him,

"I'll get him into bed all right, you can rely on me!"

She was standing beside me and my left hand was hanging loose by her right leg, as Mr Patel turned to reach for the vodka behind him, I slipped my hand under the hem of her skirt and cupped her pussy.

The intention was to put her off and make her laugh as I fingered her cunt while she was talking to him, but I underestimated her badly.

As he turned round to enquire if we wanted anything else, without even so much as a blink in her eye, she said sweetly,

"No thank you Mr Patel, I think that's all for now" and she peed over my hand!

We were still laughing as we ran upstairs to the flat,

"Bloody hell mum" I said, "That was outrageous!"

"You ain't seen nothing yet" she said in the worst Mae West impression I'd ever heard,

"Is there a flash on that camera?"

I was getting to be quite an expert at lighting the Barbie, it actually caught first time and I only used two packets of fire lighters!

She appeared in a plain white tee shirt and white panties, the sort of thing that women wear all the time around the house when alone or with someone close, but I found it startlingly arousing, at odds somehow with the white trainers on her feet.

"Vulnerable mum" I said softly,

"What?"

"That's how you look mum, vulnerable"

She smiled as I wrapped an arm around her waist and casually rested a hand on her bottom,

"That's an odd thing to say!"

"I know, but when I saw you coming downstairs dressed like that, that's the image that flashed into my mind, that you look vulnerable"

"Does that mean you're going to take advantage of me?" she giggled and wiggled her bottom sexily.

"Definitely" I laughed and cracked open two cans.

I didn't add that when I thought of the word vulnerable, a vision of her ancient prison visitor flashed into my mind at the same time.

She'd probably have laughed and said I was being paranoid, or worse, we might have argued again and I'd had the only argument with her that I ever wanted that very morning!

"You're very thoughtful Tommy, a penny for them darling"

"Mum, when you went to see Jill, I nipped into town and bought your birthday present, obviously I was going to give it to you in the morning, but somehow I don't think it'll be the same at five o clock, do you?"

"Probably not" she laughed, "Am I getting it now?"

I could see the excitement in her eyes as I growled,

"You sure are baby" and leered at her,

"Well go on then, I've not had a birthday present for years!"

"Aw mum"

But thankfully she wasn't being maudlin, it had been an innocent remark, made unthinkingly, in fact far from being maudlin, she was bouncing up and down with excitement.

"Go on then" she urged me, "Go and get it"

She was still jumping and clapping her hands when I returned and sat down to roll a joint.

"I'm going to kick you in a minute" she laughed, but I finished rolling it, lit it, took a long, long pull and handed it to her,