It was the late fifties and an unwise business venture had left Paul’s widowed mother short of cash. Her solution was to take in a paying guest – a lodger – a young women who was alone in the world and on whom Paul soon came to focus his confused late-adolescent desires.
Her name was Rachel. She was about twenty-four at this time and although plain looking, with straight dark hair, she did have a striking figure that Paul constantly thought about as he moved into his nineteenth year. His wakening mind was filled with fantasies about her and his blue jeans stretched taught with painfully pleasant feelings.
She was always friendly toward Click to read more