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Chapter One
Only one thing marred a perfectly happy childhood and that was the losing of my mother to cancer when I was just six years old. Though that was a devastating period, I soon came to accept that I would never see her again. Father, being a useless cook, soon got a live in cook and housekeeper who became a surrogate mother for me. Whether my father was banging her or not, I never found out.
It was a lovely big early Victorian house with six bedrooms, dining room, study and a play room as well as a good size kitchen, set in about twenty five acres of ground. We had a lovely garden and lawns and a big vegetable plot for which we had a gardener come in from the village five days a week to keep the lawns trimmed and grow us the vegetables that we ate.
There was a coppice not far from the house where father encouraged the pheasants to breed which, when the season started, he would then go and shoot them. He started me off with an air rifle when I was eight and by the time I was ten, could handle a small shotgun and it wasn't long before I came very good at catching a bird on the wing.
Further into the property was a small wood which provided us with logs for the winters and an ideal hunting ground for me to catch not only rabbits but roust out the odd fox or two.
My name by the way is John Singleton and my father's name was Phillip and he was a magistrate in the nearby town. I say nearby for it was four miles away from our village which was half a mile from us where I went to school in those early years. I would walk this every school day while father drove his Bentley to the town three days one week and two the following one, except if he had a case that took longer than a day.
For our shopping, I would hand in a list every week in at the village shop for the supplies to be delivered to Nella, who was our cook. She was coming up to middle age and was Portuguese by birth but stayed in England after losing her English husband.
Apart from owning a Bentley, we also had a Land Rover which, when I was ten, my father taught me to drive along with my shooting. Being on private ground, this was possible and I came to drive it quite frequently as long as I stayed on our land and it was handy for bringing the logs back from the wood.
When I turned eleven, I then had to change schools for one in the town, and this was where Tom, our gardener became my chauffeur to take me there in the Bentley every morning and collect me when the school time finished. I did well there but not well enough to aim for a place in any university but enough to get me into a college when I turned sixteen.
There I stayed, living in, for four years during which time I joined the officer cadet class and did very well in this what with my being not only able to drive but be an excellent shot, this winning me the coveted marksman trophy for my latter three years running. It was because I did so well in this class that I opted to join the army when I finished college.
Entering puberty, I managed to avoid the curse of acne and even if I say so myself, I was quite good looking. Not what you would call handsome, but good enough to attract females. What with the sports and physical training, I developed a good sturdy body, trim and not over weight though I only grew to be five foot ten.
So I was seventeen when I had my first woman, a girl that was at the same college. Her name was Elizabeth but generally called Betty, who was a spectator one particular day that I was playing rugby. I was a wingman and managed to get one try in the game that we subsequently won, but also suffered a big bruise on my cheek from one elbow during a tackle. By the time the game finished, this bruise was quite noticeable and it was this that caused her to come on to me to deal with it by dabbing it with witch hazel from our medical bag.
It didn't take much coaxing to get her to move round to the back of the pavilion and she even said, after I had kissed her, thanking her for her ministrations on me, that she loved the smell of a sweaty man like I was then as we kissed, holding each other tight.
She wasn't a virgin and knew what she could feel inside my shorts could be hers and made no move to stop me from getting my hand up under her sweater to feel an unfettered breast. With me rubbing this tit, she began rubbing my now throbbing erection and I groaned that if she kept on doing that, I would make a mess of my shorts. So she stopped doing this and pulled me down onto the grass and didn't stop me from lifting up her skirt and pulling down her knickers.
I quickly got my shorts off and had the pleasure of putting myself up into my first woman for my first fuck. It was such an excitement it being my first time, that it didn't take long with me humping away to come inside that lovely hot interior of her body, not ever thinking of using a condom, but thankfully learned later that she was on the pill.
Overall, it was a hasty and hurried but enjoyable fucking of my first time in this act and it couldn't have been that bad, for she wanted me again a few days later. But this time, we were able to get well away from other people to be able to strip off and be completely naked the next time we fucked. She even went down on me afterwards though it wasn't until we'd had sex at least a dozen times before I went down and sucked on her.
It was an idyllic last year now having proved myself and having now risen from being a boy into being a man thanks to Betty. Though we promised to write to each other after leaving college, we never did, but I'll always remember her and what she gave me.
Father was pleased at how well I did in respect of my college tuition and accepted the fact that I was joining the army, which I did, and because of my officer's cadet course went in immediately as a second lieutenant. I was then twenty years old and thoroughly enjoyed myself what with the manoeuvres and mock battles we did out on Salisbury Plain. I also enjoyed attending the various balls I got invited to by other fellow officers, meeting quite a few pretty women who responded to my charm and let me fuck them, whether it be in bed or having a knee trembler.
There were also parties that I got invited to and it was at one of these that I committed my first act of larceny. The crime being theft. I cannot remember whose house, or really the mansion the party was at, but I'd been taken up to one of the bedrooms by the woman I had been dancing with. In the close bodily contact and being able to almost see all of her tits in the low cut gown she was wearing, I couldn't help but get a hard on. This she felt and wanted it, hence being almost dragged upstairs into what I can only describe as being a female's boudoir. Quite lavish in its decoration with many frills and drapes and even a four poster bed. It was on this that I fucked this hungry woman whose name I also cannot remember, but it was a nice fuck that we had and it was after we had got dressed and while she was in the bathroom, checking over her make-up, I had started wandering about the room.
I'd opened a wardrobe door and there inside, on a shelf was a large box which I opened to find that it contained quite a few pieces of jewellery. I couldn't resist poking this lot about and picked up a nice diamond bracelet that I took a sudden fancy to and went and slipped it into my pocket before closing the box and wardrobe door before my bed partner returned for us to go back downstairs and join the others.
It was only later back in my quarters that I realised of the enormity of what I had done and decided to get rid of it as soon as possible. The very next day, I went into town and found a pawnshop who gladly took it from me, giving me quite a substantial amount of money for it. Now whether it was the thrill of stealing the bracelet or of getting the money when I sold it, I don't know, but I began to do this more often. Just the odd piece here and there whenever the opportunity occurred and later selling it for cash.
There was one jeweller in London, that on my selling him my second piece to him, told me that if I was to bring in more, we could both make quite a lot of money. What he was really implying was that he would act as the fence for me in taking to him all and what I could steal for him to break down or rework into an unrecognisable piece.
Not only were there parties to go to but visits to various places and meeting quite a few people in different occupations. It was one such as this that I met Mavis Trimble, a beautician in a television studio when I had gone with an officer friend who had a sister taking part in a drama being recorded there.
It was in one dressing room where we went and my friend's sister was having her make-up done by one of the two girls in there. Though there were two chairs before the mirrors, only his sister was being seen to and I got chatting to the other girl not at the time, working on another actors face. This was Mavis and we chatted for quite some time and was so struck with her, asked if she had any objections to me calling again to talk further. She didn't and so I made several visits to chat and eventually got her to go out with me.
I was always dressed in my military uniform and I think this helped in my wooing of her, escorting her to various restaurants until I finally got invited back to her flat. This was then the first time that we went to bed together and we both loved the sex we had and I became a frequent visitor and would often stay overnight when not on duty at the barracks.
My father was really delighted when I was promoted to captain and I was glad that this pleased him, what with me not going to university and then going into the legal profession like him. But this joy was short lived, for it was only a few weeks later that I was called into the commanders office to be told that my father had died of a sudden heart attack.
I was shell shocked for he was only fifty six years old and here I was now, a twenty four year old orphan. I was given immediate compassionate leave to be able to return home to see to the funeral etc. Nella was in tears when I turned up and glad that I was there to take care of everything. I think it was thankful on her behalf that he had collapsed while in his office in town and not at home with her having to see him dead in the house.
But she calmed down and attended the funeral by my side and I was surprised at the number of people who turned up, even having the mayor and many councillors as well as inhabitants from the village. At the wake, which was held in the village hall, for there were too many people for the house to hold, I was pulled aside by our solicitor who told me that I was now a wealthy young man, him knowing that all of the money in the bank, the house and land was now mine. This was made official a few days later at a meeting in his office.
I think it had been in the back of my mind that I only joined the army to please my father and now saw no point at putting my life at risk now in the event of our regiment being sent off to war in some foreign country and so on my return to the barracks, handed in my resignation as a captain in the Queen's army. It was accepted with regret and I finally left the army and was no longer required to wear that uniform.
I moped about my house for a week, out shooting anything that moved on our land, consoling Nella who had been left some money too, and finding out that she was willing to stay on as before in her duties. But I needed some solace myself and so spent quite a few days off and on at the flat that Mavis lived in.
I cried that first night in bed and she soothed me as only a woman can and didn't mind me just sucking on her breast like a small child. But that passed and we carried on then by having sex every night that I stayed there, but I was now at a loss as to what I should do with my future.
Then came the urge to start stealing jewellery again, but not just the odd item but making a proper killing of it for didn't I have a fence? So I started looking at jewellery shops that I might be able to rob, looking at those in towns outside of London.