”He looked about twenty five with short sandy coloured hair - that was currently sticking out all over the place after wearing the hood and goggles ... and piercing blue eyes. He reminded me of the Polish weatherman my wife fancied - Tomasz Schafernaker or something. Handsome in a disheveled, boyish sort of way. He took a step towards me, extending a hand, “Calvin Wainwright. Call me Cal.”I realised that I was probably old enough to be his father. I shook hands, “Wainwright. Really? A hillwalker. " Not possible, sir."Mr. Hancock replied, "Don't say, not possible. You see, ten years ago my wife and I were like you, young and jobless. I was 30 years old and Helen, my wife, was 18 when I applied for a job in my present company. With advice and help of some management staff we learnt to achieve success. I got the job and rose to be what I am today... at the top of management and well off financially." Congratulations sir on your successful career." smiled Lucy."Well, your husband and you. ” Dad taps the model’s face. “She has such a shy, innocent look about her. She could be the sweet girl next door, or the checkout girl you see every day at the store or even my young daughter. And then you look down and wow! Look what she’s doing. That angel turns out to be one nasty little devil.”My eyes stray to my father’s crotch and I see that the bulge has grown into something more substantial. His hand moves along his leg and he massages his hardness through his pants with me right there. I know," sighed Layla sadly, nervously adjusting her wire-framed spectacles. "I've got to study. I know I have to." You've done so well, so far. So very well. Soon you'll be leaving the Leamington Heights Flats and go off with that scholarship that's just a few exams away. You don't want to jeopardise that. And if you love your old mother, please don't risk it. I'd hate to see you not do as well as you ought." I know, Mum!" sighed Layla. "You're really talking about Marianne, aren't you? I've.