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First day Peter parked the car around the corner from the school and turned to Peter Junior sitting in the back seat with his mother, Debbie. “Look, son, your first day will be a breeze, I promise,” he said. “You have the family trait and, if you use it as I showed you — and sparingly — everything will go all right. Okay?” The boy nodded and Debbie licked her finger before rubbing a mark on his cheek. “For god’s sake, Debs, leave him alone. He’s fine.” “I just can’t believe that our little boy is going to school already,” she said as they all got out of the car. Peter Junior put his bag on his back and held his dad’s hand. Peter was short, around five-foot-four, and his lack of height made him seem fatter. His hair had long since started to thin but he’d recently had laser eye treatment and got rid of his thick glasses. Debbie, at 31, was thirteen years his junior and some four inches taller. Today she wore her long black hair pulled back.Peter appraised her black boots, tight jeans, black top, and grey waistcoat. He’d met Debbie about six years ago in a pub where every guy had been looking at her and her friend. So, when she’d asked to squeeze past him on her way to the bar, he’d taken the opportunity to inflict the family trait on her. He remembered how easy she went under. Usually, it was a sign of a weak mind if they went under and even weaker if they went quickly. She’d been one of the quickest. Using a soft tone and careful suggestions while catching isveçbahis her gaze, she was his. Before the end of the night, she’d left her friend and sat with him drinking and laughing, flirting outrageously. They’d slept together on the first date and she broke off with her engagement the following morning. They spent lots of time together and he convinced her that she loved him more than anything. A year after their first date, she had Peter Junior and hoped that Peter would want to marry her. Instead, he broke up with her, although he kept in contact daily and clearly loved his son. He even slept with Debbie anytime he wanted and she never refused him.The school “Debbie, stop crying!” “It’s his first day, Peter… he’s so big, growing up already.” Crossing the road, they joined the other parents going into the school. After chatting with the teacher, they found Junior’s desk and settled him down, Debbie tried to grasp Peter’s hand several times but he ignored it and patted his son on the head. Then, as Peter looked around the class, he saw her — long blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders, tanned, bright white teeth glowing in a beautiful smile. Her figure looked perfect in a white and red flowery dress and he guessed she was aged about thirty-five. She glowed with health. Eventually, the parents had to leave. As they were filtering out, Peter made sure he was next to her. Debbie was close behind and Peter noticed the woman was holding a isveçbahis giriş man’s hand. He was handsome, tall and dark-haired, looked early-thirties, and Peter spotted wedding rings. “How did he settle?” The woman and her husband turned to look at Peter. “Fine, really good, in fact.” Her voice was sweet. “How did your… err…” The husband struggled to find words to describe the relationship with the boy, not sure if he was a parent or grandparent. Debbie stepped beside Peter and took his arm.“Our son,” she said and the couple looked surprised at the match of good looking tall woman and an older short guy. “Is he your only child?” Debbie nodded. “Yes, what about yours?” “No, we have two older boys. They’ve been telling Sam bad stories about school so we thought he might not settle. But he seems fine.” Then Peter introduced himself, adding “This is my ex, Debbie.” “I’m Anna and this is Iain.” “Anna,” he said, smiling. They said goodbye to the couple and walked back to the car. “I’ll drop you off,” said Peter, “then go to work.” “Can’t you come in for a coffee?”“You know I don’t drink coffee, Debs.”“I know,” she said and winked before getting into the car.School runOver the next few days, Peter took his son to school and spoke to Iain and Anna as they dropped off Sam and their other boys. At the end of the third week, he finally saw Anna was at the school alone — but, today, Debbie had accompanied him. “Hi, Anna,” said Peter but Debbie hardly isveçbahis yeni giriş acknowledged the woman. Peter made his move, approaching Anna and speaking softly, his full attention on her. She gazed at him and Peter felt her slip under. He turned to Debbie and said, “Please, stand beside me so it looks like the three of us are having a conversation.” She moved beside him and he focused on Anna again. She was going deeper. “Anna, you will like me, you will want—” He looked past her and saw a group of mothers approaching. Some had spoken to Anna on other days so he knew he had to halt. “Anna you will give me your phone number.” Anna took his mobile but Peter noticed she’d saved her house telephone number and not her mobile. He had no time to correct it as the mothers came and talked to Anna. He and Debbie said goodbye and went back to their car. “What was that about, Peter?” “Nothing,” he snapped. “Look, do I need to remind you that we’re not together anymore?” “I know… but, I couldn’t take it if I had to see you with someone. I mean it.” He held her hand. “You will always be special to me, Debs.”Phone Peter sat in his car, flipped open his mobile and checked the time. It was 20:18 and he rang her number. “Hello, Crouch household.” He projected everything he could down the phone. He’d controlled people over the phone before but not in the same manner as this. “Anna, don’t ask who this is, you know who it is, just hold the phone to your ear and listen.” He heard breathing down the line. “Are you calm?” “Yes.” “Are you going to listen to my instructions?” “Yes” “Okay, are you alone?” “No.” “Is Iain in?”“No, he’s out with…” He cut her off. “Good, so if you’re not alone, who is with you?”
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