I love my wife, and my kids, and the life we have, but before I met Louise I was with another girl called Vicky in my late teens. She was hot, and had the morals of an alley cat.
She lived at home with her parents, her sisters (she was the oldest of three), and her mum’s boyfriend, who she’d previously dated too. Every time we went out clubbing she’d be off dancing with other guys, justifying it as “don’t worry, I’m coming home with you”, and she would disappear to the bathroom with my friends - most times I called her my buddy Tony would answer.
We weren’t together long. We were young (me 19, her 17), and split up because she got pregnant to a bus driver while we were dating, but before we slept together. Her daughter’s now 20, I guess; I’ve not seen her in a long time.
Like I say, I love my family and the quiet desperation of suburbia, but sometimes I wonder what would have happened if Vicky and me had settled down and lived inside a porn film.
She lived at home with her parents, her sisters (she was the oldest of three), and her mum’s boyfriend, who she’d previously dated too. Every time we went out clubbing she’d be off dancing with other guys, justifying it as “don’t worry, I’m coming home with you”, and she would disappear to the bathroom with my friends - most times I called her my buddy Tony would answer.
We weren’t together long. We were young (me 19, her 17), and split up because she got pregnant to a bus driver while we were dating, but before we slept together. Her daughter’s now 20, I guess; I’ve not seen her in a long time.
Like I say, I love my family and the quiet desperation of suburbia, but sometimes I wonder what would have happened if Vicky and me had settled down and lived inside a porn film.
